The world is full of strange stories,
So many theories thrown aside,
But little is new that is not ancient.
Little is dead but not waiting to
return.
Now hallowed minds are hollow caves
In which strange wisdom hibernates.
In a time when the old gods are
new-age,
When Genesis and exogenesis both strain
into view
I still managed to pick something not
on the menu.
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