Oppression Man was cowardly, yeah? He changed the names of what he always knew To please the men he submitted to. Two types began: those who went along And those who always were, converted Fully. The first, weak of heart; The second, weak of mind. I could not stomach Being left behind and so I stood, alert. The weak of gut farted. We blurred Our sense of wrong and right. Tonight I stand before you, the embodiment. Where emperors would wear new clothes A dozen men now naked go.
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