O Thought,
Thou devil
Creator of gods
When will thine empire fall?
How long will words
Conceal truth from manβs eyes
And images
Fetter the mind?
How long will fear
Beget hope and belief
And hold mankind
Captive in time?
Is love to be found
In faith or desire?
Is compassion
The outcome of will?
Nay, thine essence
Is purely a means to an end
Thine echo
As old as the hills!
So wilt thou, O Thought
Kindly yield and be still?
And let silence
Reveal truth to all!
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