[2026-10-06 09:15]
All’s well that ends well, so the Gnostics say,
Yet the world's true depth is shying away—
It is not what it shares with blowing winds.
When tainted facades come forth,
Justitia is left yearning for North.
The sardonic tried to bury it in the ground,
But lonely Prudentia had it wisely found,
It grasped the sword to fight back to life.
Once rejected, this sorrowful spirit we see
Is alive in the world, just like you and thee.