*Attend the keening of the night,*
*let the shadows come alive,*
*to speak through masks of gossamer*
*the Truth for which we strive.*
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*They might weep for pasts constrained*
*by characterological lies,*
*and hide in thoughts of oracles*
*yet in Gods our hope belies.*
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*Repress, obsess, depress, aggress*
Taken from the Ernest Becker Listserv Discussion Archives
