Grasp


Eon; brief moment afore thee
When it's not met, challenged thus
How sweet is knowledge true
To overrule, and over you
For every time you turn
Amongst a weary heart, to yearn

A tenable, reproachable, revocable approach
Inedible, indebtable, a meek laugh to the throat

Scorn be a wrath too fitting
Vie, paste such chime
Forgotten is a hitting, a lie, to waste our time
Born, he hath viewed living
Die, impervious kind
Endless treasure, winning
Why forth curious mind

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