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We are idle hands to knot and weave

The severed web of continuity

We live with nurtured seeds of doubt

But true knowledge blossoms for the dead

Gnosis, it eludes our grasp

Lost in the aeons, forced into retreat

Wretchedness prevails

All enigma is untold

Epistemology of the passed

Old conundrums to unfold

We dwell in secrets, doomed to last

All enigma is untold

Epistemology of the passed

Old conundrums to unfold

Tragedy and loss amassed

Gnosis, it eludes our grasp

Lost in the aeons, forced into retreat

Wretchedness prevails

In this day and age of blindness

What light shall guide our way

What lance will pierce this veil

What truthful words remain?

With gnosis laid to rest

Flown into somber night,

In realms of death,

Truth resides.