Not for the easily offended! Dare you, now, to block my path! To stand within my way! I am free, as free can be, and I will not delay. Time is rushing past the while, we're caught among the sway as violent powers push and pull us, powers we can't see or weigh. Enough obstruction I must fight lest I should sadly go astray. You, good sir, with rules to follow are unwelcome, a putrid, cursed, hell-sent bouquet. A monopoly on use of force the modern state does claim. Don't worry so, don't make a fuss, don't tyranny proclaim. It's good for you, we're fair and just, protection is our aim. Just in…mehr
Not for the easily offended! Dare you, now, to block my path! To stand within my way! I am free, as free can be, and I will not delay. Time is rushing past the while, we're caught among the sway as violent powers push and pull us, powers we can't see or weigh. Enough obstruction I must fight lest I should sadly go astray. You, good sir, with rules to follow are unwelcome, a putrid, cursed, hell-sent bouquet. A monopoly on use of force the modern state does claim. Don't worry so, don't make a fuss, don't tyranny proclaim. It's good for you, we're fair and just, protection is our aim. Just in case the others listen, we really ought to take your name. If trouble comes and does you harm, you've only but yourself to blame. I'm suffocating on the floor, a boot upon my throat. What led us to this darkened place? What policy? What vote? Who is to blame for all the ills? What is the antidote? The laws that give these men their power, which evil hand has wrote? Answers have I not, but heed the wisdom of my brother goat. Sometimes all we need is courage so that we may face our fear. Do we have it? Deep inside us? When we need it will that spine appear? How much longer will they haunt us? Must we to their laws adhere? The choice is ours, were we to take it, all their power is veneer. In your posture to their bearing I urge you please do not revere. They are men and they are flawed, they aren't your masters, this is clear. Freedom is for those who take it, when you see it give a cheer.
Many there are who, if they dared, would like my face to smack. A few in there would go too far and wish my skull would crack. They would say I earned as much, for morals I do lack. What can I do? Fed a diet from the world of blatant, brazen sin, my arteries are restricted by a sturdy moral plaque.But I'm not some kind of cruel and heartless psycho maniac. Most of my life was dull enough, I stayed upon the tracks. Little I had to carry round, it would barely fill a sack. Worry I did, most of the time, of the shirt upon my back. Would I lose it suddenly to fate's unseen attack?I haven't lived to please the hoard, they're fickle and they're vain, behaviours well established in a world that's gone insane. I feel I live upon a very different moral plane. Simple are my principles, easy to attain. Let others do as they will do, so long as they won't cause pain. It's politic to join the crowd upon their moral train, and fit in just as best you can where puritans do reign. Please excuse me, I'm not going there, I think I will abstain. I like the colours in the world, I find just white arcane. I want a world of freedom. In this there's much to gain.
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