Walking without armor amongst men with swords for tongues
I find that this conception of what our lives really mean to be malleable.
So let the new debasers trample the works of Des Cartes
And Thoreau in a desperate attempt to justify their own uselessness.
Et tu, Brute?
Who once stood by my side and smiled?
Maybe as I spit my last breath there will be clarity
And the "Straight Path" will be revealed.
Et tu, Brute?
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