but gods are born of ichor and nectar, their excellences already bursting from their fingertips . so they find their fame by proving what they can mar;
destroying cities, starting wars, breeding plagues and monsters .
they would all bear witness... to the bare flesh of the one who is free . to the one who left it all behind !
i lift myself from lifeless hands and cut the tethers from my soul until i rise , my bonds cut free , to join the flowers that are whole .
on my soul i swear until my dream of a world where dignity , honor , justice become the reality we all share -- i will never stop fighting .
