This is why they fight,
With blinders on their eyes,
Into the flames, unconscious
Self-flogging, righteous.

The rebel however, does not balk
Does not seek out the cautious stalk
For some useless, selfish self it hates
To be wrong is to control your fate

Living fiction, wishing for hoards of prey
Marching their imagination stray
Tell me more about how you obey!
With all the breath you have

And yes, time is taking all it can,
But won't flinch the day it does you in,

In the soil, with your enemies
You'll be critical for eternity