Before the false priests, and the menage
A weak democracy of content citizens
Before the expansion of the disease
The general abandonment, the fear and the inertia
In the face of false priests and tyranny
Which increases the obedience of the clans for their dogmas
And by the observation, of abjection
I hear the end hope knocking on my door
Despite the counter-culture discourse
I see absolute allegiance shining for a code
Despite the actions, and the questions
I see the shine of a doctrine served as a fashion
The echo of a principle that compartmentalizes me
A vision that is cultivated in complacency
I come back broken by intolerance
And this voice that reasons with me:
Annihilate dogma
I await my despot, tyranny
I hear the end of the hope knocking on my door
I hear the false priests and the menage
I hear the end of hope knocking on my door
We live in a hut in a pigsty
I hear the end of hope knocking at my door
Are we zombies or amorphous beings
Drowned in injustice, subjugated by force
Always observation of abjection
I feel the end of a dark era crumbling under
The strength of this faith above the horde
And this voice which reasons with me:
Elimination of dogma

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