those who do not think like me live and feel blindly
they say, 'I am who I am and you can accept it or not'
they throw their own person into the world and let fools
and scavengers prey and ****** and bite but they will not draw
back their hand, they will not change, for they are proud of
the very fact that these wolves gnaw on them, for it is proof
that they are worth eating, that their hand is brave enough to stay
those who think like me adapt and mold their hands based
on the type of wolves that desire them, we shall change and choose
to withdraw when in danger, we know when there are wolves around
and we are not ashamed of our cowardice, for what virtue is there in pain?
We are not knights, nor dark knaves in the night who steal from the rich
and give to the poor; we are not the poor nor the rich, we are
the faces you see when you walk down the street and do not see them
for we do not raise our flags high over our heads, we are the shrouded
figures that do not stand out for being shrouded, for we do not
advertise, we do not seek to excel or fail bluntly,
we only wish to maximize profit, to work the dynamics of the system
regardless of how we are affected in the process, for we are not proud of who
we are completely, we are proud of our own good souls, but we detest
our vices and we shall not hesitate to alter our very essence if it so suits,
for we know that there is no inherent value in stability,
and that stagnation is the ultimate weakness.