Misdirected Minds
Studied in college,
We are all agents of our own demise.
Having searched for knowledge,
We have slaughtered the wise.
Tournament, and temptation,
The ornament of sensation.
How the tree burns
so bright it blinds
time quickly passes
but no one minds.
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