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The eyes of a wise man are filled with tears.
Throughout his days, on to his years.
From the sea of sorrows that overflows his soul.
The longer he endures, the more he beholds.
To the hidden things that are being revealed.
The prophecies have been confirmed, signed and sealed.
But the eyes of a fool sees no evil.
And though his conscious may be feeble,
Not a burden is laid upon him.
His heart runs free in all of his follies.
His pleasures instruct him to the ways of the ungodly.
And his perception, is but a snare of illusions.
A fools paradise, is a world full of confusions.
But through the eyes of the wise,
Those things that are hidden, becomes undisguised.
And if the wise man becomes sad,
Can his sorrow provoke his anger to kindle?
And will his passion be deemed as an unjust symbol?
Because if his spirit be not guarded,
And the fire within overrules.
Even his rightful indignation, can convert him to
The assembly of fools...
-Jen'uwin Mor
