As inquiries, to seek the end truth
From they beheld in mortal sight
The world in pandemonium turmoil
To salvation, serenity, and amends of the light.
To seek, or to be cessate in the demise
There is no excuse to forsake
As thou soul craves the sublime
of everlasting Terrene.
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Author:
Elias Quentin (
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