Wretched Mankind

Have no pleasure in tears

Let not your eye cast a shadow

On the silhouette of this filthy planet

Shun the pain

Even though

The earth beneath your staggering stride tumbles

Even though

Disappointment screams in the cyclone of your mind

Even though

You have been smitten five or six million times by the

Bastards of mankind

When destiny bears the funnel of truth

Only then will we be bound

To walk circumspectly

Stand tall

Even though

The plague of maledictions surrounds you

Even though

The scorners have blessed you with their dismal pride

Even though

You are condemned to exist by the rules of the

Bastards of mankind

And when they tell you

They know what is right

By the righteousness that abounds them

Fuck 'em

Just tell them I said that