Ignatius Ignoramus

Our protagonists are enslaved by ignorance itself, literally handcuffed to his cuff-links. They await the warmth and liberation of enlightenment.

Seated at the right hand of insanity

And to the left of mind-fortified lies,

Reflected in the petty mirror of vanity,

You and I there do comfortably reside—

Seated near the hands of insanity,

Insanity, vanity, and lies.

 

With our hands cuffed to his links,

We are spared even a lofty inquiry.

But rise, rise, illuminating light,

In your steadfast and honest reply.

Burn, burn, burn away

These layers of charlatan remiss:

The secrets under the sun,

Cast away shadows of cowardice

Seated near the hands of insanity,

Insanity, vanity, and lies.

The End

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