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The soothing silliness of a simpleton
As she wades by in ignorant bliss
Offers a plea for redemption,
Inspires the thinkers to be more
more than the dapper being before them
more than anyone else ever could be
Better. the word Stings.
But when this divine creature of simplicity
Begs for some kind of complexity,
Men are lost. Stumped for the reason
Why someone would want to escape
to a constricting cage
to a limiting factor
Mind. the word Blossoms.
Some may call her naive.
Yearning for an effective way to
Convey, she tries, she dies.
Yet not a soul hears her cries:
"for freedom," she yells, "for liberty!"
"for hate," she sighs, "for love."
the Simpleton. she Speaks.