Am I now?

The difference is slim.

Don’t ask me how,

It’ll be just as grim.


The bell tolls twice,

A valiant low.

Is this the emperor’s vice?

I don’t think it is so.


A dim consideration,

That’s all you are.

A weak confederation,

Never leaving a scar.


It’s not right, you know,

To know what I know.

For what I know I know,

Is what you will not know.


Naive is a word,

That I do know.

But is it still a word,

When it has nowhere to go?

The End

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