Scornful thoughts
That fly your way
You should always
Block them away
Dawn of reason
Lights your eyes
With the key
To the kingdom of the wise
You read the book
You turn the page
You changed you life
A million ways
You fought so hard
You were a slave
Yet, in the end
You had nothing left
Sacred or profane
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