I am invited to a beheading at dawn.
-“Whose beheading?”
My own, and no, my fears are all gone.
-“What for?”
Haven't you heard, it's the Gnostic turpitude.
-“What is that?”
It's a social crime, vague and in multitude.
-“Who accused you?”
It was Ignorance and Distortion, you see.
-“Who are they?”
Those who blindly search for the key.
-“Which key?”
It is the one that opens their eyes.
-“Then why accuse you?”
Because reflections are what they despise.
-“And now you die?”
Only tomorrow, but I will rise again.
-“How?”
Like a verbal phoenix of my pen.
-“And then?”
I invite Ignorance and Distortion for coffee,
Gnostic turpitude will of course haunt me,
And beheading and rising will just maybe set us free.
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