They tell me life is only palatable,
When it is spent deluded,
They say that it is only fathomable,
To spend your life secluded.
Life to them is ice on the mountain peaks,
It is fire in the lava pits,
Life is two extremities that we seek,
And to neither one do we commit.
Life grants us our chained freedom,
And casts our free will away,
We do not need Him,
So we sheep will continue to wander astray.
