The thoughts of man
How do you measure
Which is folly and
Which is treasure
My goal is to lead
A simple real revolt
That surpasses the ideas
Of all these common dolts
And soon brings about
A time of change
Where only epic knowledge
will remain
And all the fools
Who are always at a rush
Become the waste
That we must flush
To ignite a fire
That burns so bright
That the still will move
And the blind have sight.

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