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Is it a blessing to be ignorant?

Petty-minded

They eke out their pitiful existence

A malleable mass

Cherishing the livelihood and sheltering its small world

Oh, holy microcosm

You must be guarded

And there is nothing I can find beyond you

Mortals have always been and still are afraid

Of things they can’t comprehend

So here am I

The savior

Fear of the unknown

Frightened of the new

When someone or something threatens their limited reality of life

They mutate into a wrathful horde of wild animals

Kleingeistig

Fristen sie ihr jämmerliches Dasein

Lethargie als Philosophie

I keep them dumb to maintain my might

Only to channel their angst on demand

Into anger

Into fury

And brute violence

Mortals have always been and still are afraid

Of things they can’t comprehend

I

Am

The savior