Quid Est Veritas?

All the world has come to wonder,

With your death knells sounding clear.

The bells that set the heart to ponder,

For what, and why, are we still here?

A Theseus without his string,

A labyrinthine path to roam.

What dark wood have you left us in,

Without a Virgil to guide us home.

A shadow marshalls upon the shores,

A mirage of Europe who doesn’t know,

What is truth, without your light,

To lead us from the depths below.

Did you know, that as you left,

A battlefield would soon arise,

A struggle insurmountable,

A summit upon Homo-novus to rise.

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