Is it not true, that when you feel the oppression,
In that very moment, you also feel the happiness of your forgone
Freedom;
For we do not want to be sovereign over our fate,
As much as we want to be independent in our faiths.
Is it not wonderful, the magnificence of oppression,
Some unwanted and despised Goddess, whose ******* we avoid
By words, and pursue by acts.
Is it not sad, to see us fighting for our freedom
by dismissing our liberator, and by slaughtering our allies,
Simply because we do not know their faces.
Is it not wrong, to be ignorant of our inner selves,
And yet persevering in pursuing ends,
Which we should know are mere illusions.
It is futile to pursue freedom, as a solution to a need,
For it is oppression the only cure to an ignorant uncertainty,
And the only desire of a free individual.