And the onset of heaven,
called upon my name,
as the stars clinged in eternel divinity
when the beasts rose to fame
and as I stood there, looking at my flesh
entwined with mud, playing the game
Thus, speaking the tongues of the mortals
Who considered themselves sane
Alas! for it was their foolishness,
as they claimed I was insane
For I took their beliefs and questioned them
with radical reasoning and mane
Declared, was I, unfit for the society
A heretic! A hectic! They shouted
When all I did was asked, if their god loved everyone,
why hate the ill minded?
Cause yes, I was ill minded, for I never stopped questioning,
maybe that's why, As I never thought I could stop wrestling
With my thoughts, and ideas and that of the iron prison, infinitus, this place is
Could I ever be more audible, if you just keep oppressing my thought, and with fear, replace it?