never will I submit to a dogmatic answer never will I pray for your salvation never will I accept your institution
you prefabricated religion is an obstacle for my clear thinking my wish to stay independent open - minded in controll
you try every time with a different mask to conquer my soul selling your dope on every corner filling me with poison dictating me a sel of ethics promising me the light making me... your servant for a ticket to heaven or a ticket to hell
never will I empty your chatice filled with the tears of suffering generations tradition has made you so strong but your arrogance will finally make you collapse