By: J912
Competition Year: 2013
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Blind-mass consume; malleable, remiss,
Whilst lost, wracked, tortur’d men hunt the answers:
Wise scholars, intellectuals, chancers
Seek what aludeth man: crave truths amiss.
What may exhalt from cerebral-abyss?
Great discoveries silence denouncers
Turn to faith? Enlist a necromancer?
Yet, e’en He suffered His own tsuris.
Drive on, spiteth other-worldly reproach,
Refuse renounce logic: rational faith,
Ne’er kneel to ecclesiastical thought.
Vigour renewed borne of steadfast approach:
Hallelujah, Eureka, the genius saith!
The populous care not.
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