I am a man, for I am able to think,
To cross and to reach the fields trough the power of my speach
To feel and to kill without regret nor remorse
As god gave me choice by weakness of force
Without my free will or consent to speak
he gave me his word which I have never heard
And to me, to his seed, asks me to look in the book
For the faith in the good, when I can't even read
I am a man, for I am able to feel
Thanks to my given senses, of which there are seven
Now and forever, apart and together
To see and to hear, to speak and to taste
The smell of this land that we're given to waste
The sixth and one more other too
The fear of god put into you.
For we are dammned to a mortal lifetime
Without any knowledge of the trial nor of the crime
Where the judge's fine is on the prosecuteur's smile
Sentenced at dawn, executed by morn
Without a warn of the games that he played nor the tricks that he made.
So I beg your attention, my fellows my friends
And be my reflexion,
Be the center of your perfection.
Be free and create using your love and your hate
But do not hate your mistakes unless you want to love your baits.
For we might end up in the hands of the man
With the plot that we've planned and forgot
So let us rebel now to live long enough to see
The day when you and me are born free
Some day, far away, we'll be born free from our society.
He whose name is not Alexander Cat.
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