It seems as though I have the disease;
A vile virus of the mind.
To think that I would speak of freedom
And silly non-sense of the kind.

"Of course this is the way of the world!
God's pure and true intention.
You are of the wild sort..."
Like I'm some wild, untamed invention

Of the radicals of the world.
Lend your ear; give me light
That I will be taken as an intellect
Who's word is vital to life.