Down with The Mighty, and their wrathful Might,
For their oppression offended my agency and my Mind.
Their Stalwart example made me, myself examine
and my soul search for its premature undoing.
Though, alas, The imperfection was never there.
And my ailments weren't actually Existing,
No matter how much they were pointed out to me by the Mighty.
Their might could not make Famine magically appear
Or make the the Sea of thought turn red as blood,
Nor could they, My first born perceptions ******.

Therefore, hence forth and never more will my eyes exalt,
nor my words uplift the prideful, lest my ears prioritize
Their unrighteous judgment, I will absolve them of their mantle
And their power over me will be blasted.

Down with The Mighty, and their wrathful Might.