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With each passing day, I become clearer
and understand that I don't understand.
I don't know anything at all...
The web is large, the liars tall,
the light flickers and shrinks small.
Just a little flame, signalling in the distance
leading to places of ancient secrets...
There is no more assistance.
Half-truths and half-lies.
All must be recognised
before this planet dies.
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