Ignorance Is a friend of fools,
Be careful how you embrace him;
Will twist you in the winds,
Will left you in the cold;
Creeps up on you
And where it hits
It lifts all scars.
In a sanctuary without lights
He serves sacraments of lies.
He would not befriend a teacher or a priest,
Never saw a book he did not hate.
Doesn't take much to make him irate.
Not knowing where to turn,
Not knowing who to spurn,
Not knowing who to ask,
Not knowing when to burn.
Wherever there is discord,
Wherever there is infidelity,
You'll find him.
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