Perhaps, I have no country; 

No, I know not the gods.

I’ve no religion, you see.

We’re gambling with the odds.
I have known not hunger.

What is suffering and pain?

What is the cause of anger?

Why do we live life in vain?
What is beyond protection?

Is this all the world there is?

What’s the point of consumption?

Is there something I could miss?
I’d rather leave this fortress

to see a world with my own eyes.

This luxury shall only suppress

a man who lives and merely dies.
I ask you to take me to the street

and let me feel the entire truth.

The throne is not a seeker’s seat!

I’d rather know than waste my youth!


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