I Wonder If You Always Tell The Truth

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Promised were we the endless by this end;
An entrance awaited in feints of strength.
This dying beast, in its stead provided -
Stands the replacement but poor recompense.
Bound without the sacred perimeter,
Where Man sells his soul to purchase his share;
Minus vision, remains future unseen -
Could never their gods close my eyes for prayer.
Taught, the ancient lesson of truth; disguised
By learnÚd men, whom logic's notions flee.
Safe lie the saints in knowledge fictious -
"Possess we all, via death," they decree.
Our descent but in need of remembrance -
Visited have we, before dawn, the tomb;
Distempered in age by misplotted years -
Devoid of arrangement witnessed in-womb.