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Without knowledge of the holy,
Suffocation sinks inside slowly;
The educated have undulated,
Spearheading vibrant illumination.

Apostrophes are on the knees,
Crumbling desires with ease;
Holding what it’s really worth,
Released from minds in mirth.

If I could teach you what it meant,
To see the light the way it’s bent;
You could see the polar desires,
Open waters slowly catching fire.

Truth is kept in the sacred text,
Locked away as if solemnly bereft;
It can’t be held in hands praying,
Ripping air from lungs in a cannon.

Cheerful messages sung in tunes,
Could really send us red balloons;
Be aware of the bright ideas beneath,
Stealthily hidden in a colorful sheath.