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Who are you, children of error,
To profess being right,
When you were born to be wrong?

To search for the light,
To illuminate your way,
Yet I shone the light,
And mesmerized you were by the shadows it cast.

You searched for Me,
High and low, far and wide,
From whence the winds blew,
But never where I was found.

You gaze into future destinations,
Or long for things long past,
But never did you look to where you are.

An untended fire burns low,
Embers to become from neglect,
So to fan the flames is yours,
Yours and yours alone.