In the closet of ignorance the smart ones watch,
In the eerie of intellect the cages shatter,
Releasing the secrets buried deep.
Blood dripping from her lustful sword,
The Vanquisher frees the agonized souls.
In the closet of ignorance,
The close-minded ones wrap themselves
In blankets, cocoons,
They don’t want to see
What the world is really like.
They want to be Unaware.
They choose to be Blissfully Ignorant.