Standing atop your sacrificial pile
But I'm over here, miles from your reach
Telegraph your hatred to mindless slaves
© 2000 Bruce V. Bracken
Masturbating your legacy
Stole from each man his 9/10ths of the law
To yoke him to the collective
Though you've thugs on every mass
I've sealed each crack against your heralds
From the hill and the starful void
But you can't stop me with cooked polls
My only allegiance must be to truth
Collectivism I've abjured
