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Of Hubris and Hamartia
The horrific tragedy that lurks behind those theories
The soul torn, bruised, bleeding
Truth, Illusion, Desire.

The fatal blow of time
That reduces the flame to dying embers.

Surely death is better?
A glorious end
Without pity or fear.

The awe is addictive
The tears are real.

Can we ever know enough?
Is it enough to know?