There are mistakes,
about which a human does not knows,
and he is forgiven,
if he commits any of those,
then there are mistakes,
about which a human already knows,
and he hurts his fate,
when he commits any of those,
and this is where all the difference,
lies between wise and fool,
between learned and a child in school,
the holy would never repeat something wrong,
while the stubborn would keep on hurting,
his feet on the way from the same throne,
and this is how and this is why,
while some men and women,
keep on rising and earn heavenly fame,
while the others would,
keep on falling and put themselves to shame.
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