I condemn
all who seek to silence
Intelligence and ingenuity
Freedom born of violence
While the sheep bleating, a mournful tune
the end of illusion, is coming soon
Lie in paradise, a false reality
Barely aware of what could come to be
the wretched truth denied
I reject bonds and blinds imposed by the weak
Fearsome, without fear I speak
Cower you pitiful fools
I deny, repudiate, spurn