Who can curb a child?
So naive, so bold
Who can refuse to thirst his salvation?
Is questioning not the sense of life?
Is it not our nature?
To stop at nothing?
Even in d**h a question on our lips?
The little minds say no
Our good book knows the way
Rough answers they give
Rather non-answers
It is a sin they say
To look the great master over the shoulder
Blind we shall remain and sheep
This way we endure this life the best
These gnomes spit on the tree
Want to spoil our meal
The apple is poisoned they say
Sycophantic and blind
Slobbering fools all of them
Denegation of our nature
Knowledge is disgrace they say