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Ignorance

ideas flowing from a concious mind

directed at the soul they aim to pierce flesh

 

 if words were knives we would all be accused as killers

 

But there is a cure

knowledge, acceptance, and couriosity

we can free ourselves from this blood stricken title

and return to peace

 

And so, remember what you say

and seak information before you act

for ignorance will surely make a killer of you.

 

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