Some fools call me uncouth
because I face them with
the icy bars of their
conception of the world.
Become, instead, a myth
far from collective truth!
Anything goes
but nothing remains.
Forsooth there is still more
to gain, thus soon the cage
of self will burst atwain.
My host to stand against
the spirit of the age
is ready for this war!

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN