Knowledge Is Bliss

When I first learn of something,
That I don't like,
'ole Satan tempts...
Comfort he says he'll bring.
He swears he's the thing,
But, my intuition takes a spike,
Or, is my intuition heaven sent?
Cuz, I can hear the angels sing,
Knowledge is king.

The more I learn about it,
The less I like it.
But, that just goes to show,
That knowledge is bliss.
The more ya know,
The better it is.

Once I contemplate on something,
That I don't like,
It turns to a happy lament,
Comforting... Encouraging... Amazing.
What once was a thing,
I didn't like,
Now, gives me a good reason to vent,
Cuz, I can hear the angels sing,
Knowledge is king.

I can feel it in my gut,
And, the angels sing in my ear,
There's nothing to fear.
There's no if's, and's or but's.

And, I'm glad, Not, sad,
That I didn't step in it.

And, I'm glad, Not, sad,
That I'm not part of it.