They... Who Await. No Gifts From Chance,

The Sophist Sneers: Fool, Take Thy Pleasure, Right Or Wrong! The Pious Wail: Forsake A World These Sophists Throng! Be Neither Saint Nor Sophist-led, But Be A Man.

Our Inequality Materializes Our Upper Class, Vulgarizes Our Middle Class, Brutalizes Our Lower Class.

Others Abide Our Question. Thou Art Free. We Ask And Ask. Thou Smilest And Art Still, Out-topping Knowledge.

Resolve To Be Thyself: And Know That He Who Finds Himself, Loses His Misery.

For This Is The True Strength Of Guilty Kings, When They Corrupt The Souls Of Those They Rule.