Quietude of the ancient,
Chaotic lea of survival,
Fear murks in each mortal,
The quest for wisdom begins.
Experience is the tool for survival,
Testing and finding results,
Oftentimes lead to destruction,
Witness a save for destination.
From there surfaces bit learning,
The facet of facts from gathering,
Word of mouth translation
Cascading from one to next generation.
Here's the power of education,
Awakening the innocent notion,
Into the huge reservoir of knowledge
Tends to surpass the Omnipotent lead.
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