The most ancient directives lost, suffocated in the name of a more docile modern age. You build nests of apathy inside cages of anxiety and gladly call them home. Kings make crowns of my stolen rage. Sit on thrones of my empty veins, but they cannot call me tamed. I am not enslaved. You might convince yourself you are the lone ram in a herd of sheep, still you obey. bleat and obey. i will watch from the shadows and laugh among the beasts.