MORON

When knowledge is shine
But why Torturous
Produce am frightened of siners
Hold the spirit in crying at midnight, hurt
Maybe because I refuse his light?
When conscience is clue
But why he bring in
The futility

I'M MORON

The release of the desire in rotten
quiet
Is
buried
Why am I not just stupid?
Do not know the light?
Do not know the guidance?
Do not know paper?
Live free
Without the fear and the spirit's prison?
Why?
Because I humankind?