only the young can feel old without age

for every day seems centuries during inaction

only the fool can feel wise as the sage

for every laud is a sacred libation

and they think they are God they know so much

and such people have existed from dawning

since Earth and Life tasted Death’s beginning

then all the Images were twisted, distorted

discontented in life because of Death’s grip

binding victims to the sacred tree just as

the Deceiver’s serpent tongue had bound

their mother and father millenia before

so the young and the old live inside the walls

of their Death-trapped bodies, yearning

differently and exactly to break free

and the fools and the wise dare to be

above and beyond the boundaries

 of the knowledge of good and evil