Malintent

WE dwell, these days, in emptiness; 
 We sail along on fear, 
 Our habits formed by malintent, 
 With pretense our career -- 

But somewhere, hidden from the night, 
 The truth is known, and pure: 
 That we were better off unknowing 
 Things, than being

 Sure

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