Legions with genocidal intent

Seeking to sculpt an illiterate swarm who grovel on their knees

Pleading for relief from the wave of inquisitions

And total spiritual emaciation

I never consented to forced forms of conditioning

Yet the umbrella twirled projecting landmines deep into my distant mind's horizon

We emerge from the caverns at dusk

Revelling at the tropical mirage which in truth

Is another measureless chasm branded by the dialect of deceit

They guard the keys of life, and happiness is the first to die

Yet their control disintegrates when the lies melt into my hands

I am consciously free in the pathless land

Unaffected by the smothering of fragrance and freedom

Let the gods cast down contemptible reign upon us all

Reduce their laws to nothing

Our only hope for freedom

Our fight will not be lost

We reduce them to their knees