Innocence
A child of eyes of the
bluest skies, so pure
and innocent. I often
wonder was that me in
the beginning?
Innocence gets lost,
knowledge becomes the
invader, an intruder of evil
wicked ways.
They say that
knowledge is power, yet its a
tower of poor foundations.
We are not our own creations,
our souls require some serious
restoration.
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