Runs rampant through the world;
like a knife through our reason.
To opened minds full of desire,
This gives way to a heartless liar.
It holds strain to our thoughts;
It scares off ambition.
Confused by foolishness's cruel design,
it causes soft conforming minds.
It promises the answer;
to the question we all have.
Unknowing to a painful end,
people live their lives in ignorance.
It has an iron grip,
through which you can't escape.
It blinds and binds through unknown fear.
Without its strain we'd perservere.
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