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The Unknown Knowledge

Just how much do you know?

By Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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"And thus i stand, in this big ocean

But there isn't water, just thoughts

And thus i feel so distraught

It is said that this strange ocean holds the answers

But it got confused with questions i did ask

Pegasus then flies down and lifts me up

Rifting through the wind, nonstop

Till we got to this library that was so massive

That if all humans were giants, we would still fit

So many books, so many hidden truths

So much knowledge, my soul begins to sweep through

The truth behind the controversies i grew up with

The answers to the questions i have long been seeking

I see the books, so greatly designed

I try to read it, i can't, it is written in Enochian

These new symbols are new to me

But yet i could identify their, though not so sure, origin

And i ask the librarian the most troubling question

"Why bring me here if you know i can't read this?"

"Because you seek that which your mind can't comprehend,

You wish to know about a lot of things, past, present, and imminent future

Some questions aren't supposed to be asked

Why do you go to the library, to study, to read?"

I am standing here, still confused and i see a man walk in

I run up to him and asked him who he was

"I am knowledge," he said with such gloomy face

I asked why he was sad and he said

"People think they have me but are far away instead"

He looked surprised to see me and asked who i was

I told him i came to seek him, knowledge

"Your soul isn't ready for the inevitable knowledge you would still attain"

While one part of me listens, the other is amazed

By the wonderful library all pure white, so spotless, so innocent

No windows, yet the air was so serene and flowed with emotions

Then I see myself, back to this ocean, but now it is empty

Then my guide told me, "First empty what you think you know

Only then can you attain the knowledge that The One bestows"

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Harydo Neon

I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.

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