Areopagitica

Madness makes a man, and [it is] what breaks him
Like a shadow unto which no light may ever shine
Time flees, though eternity dwells
Yet "the very truth he holds becomes his heresy."

A most righteous act of rebellion
By right of twisted virtue
The sun is not so bright to itself as to those on whom it shines
Time flees, though eternity dwells
Yet "the very truth he holds becomes his heresy."

The just war must be dеcided, but the chorus will not come
And cast in thеir crooked smiles is narcissism masking as virtue
Some truths are worth it for their own sake
But they will cannibalize their own
Before they let the heretic be heard

You may never cheat this mountain

The just war must be decided, but the chorus will not come
And cast in their crooked smiles is narcissism masking as virtue
Some truths are worth it for their own sake
But they will cannibalize their own
Before they let the heretic be heard