Bliss of ignorance

Bloated hearts of lies,
and the tips
of broken dreams,
"POP" goes the bubble
of hope as it seems.

So thy broken heart
and soul of mine
please part with
love, hope and dreams.

Teach me the
ignorance of bliss
and the non-existence of things.
That I shall delight
my enlightenment.

Teach me innocence
the pure simplicity
which my soul lusts for,
to forget the hard life
and grasp the unsophistication of things.

For the truth is that
ignorance is bliss
and the innonce of things.
I am better of the unknowing fool,
than just another,
useless tool.

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