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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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