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Knowledge Our last supper with dish that purified by our blood Greedy yet poor intelligence and mine I still believe in it A piece of insufficient phrases We choke and forget about the existance of our arms We won't realize until everything ends The light illuminates one's feet, and reflects foolishness Liner value and phased distinction Knowledge False blindness speaks for the ignorance and insolence Happiness and fang Paid compensation is huge From Letras Mania