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Sin of Sight
Cursed on living
for questions insue
timid is knowledge
and far from due
a burden is choice
and the word depend
factors beyond one
can comprehend
instead ensight inside
stays hidden
for more than one
though less is ridden
hipocratic
laws of all
to claws of wrong
to cause to fall
blind then form
amid to new
timid is knowledge
and far from due
the consequesnce
for sin of sight
the emptiness
of urge comes blight
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