I am the savage in the woods
The one who sands agains the grain
Your disagreeing brother
And the one who can't be tamed
I speak not out of ignorance
Of your culture or your ways
Nor out of fear and loathing
For your high and mighty days
You sit amongst your peers because
In numbers there is might
Pontificating ways to say
Your lust is moral right
If freedom you adhere to
As you scream to do at others
why is no one hated more
Then your disagreeing brothers
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