Held so lovingly
Or is it a death grip
In ignorance is warmth
But not warmth of the living
In the unknowing we find peace
Not the peace of life
Instead peace of mind
For a mind without thoughts holds no war counsel
The first rule of knowing
Lies in understanding
Thus those who know not
Understand all, for they know nothing to understand
But then what do we understand
Does our own belief
In our knowledge only prove our condemnation
As those who know nothing
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