So many voices drowning out

The secrets of the voiceless

Blood-soaked academic theories

Spawn endless wicked choices

Yet forlorn for decades after

Injecting their dark answers

The proud and equal tread the ground

Of ancient mortal sinners

Ignorant to history

And gluttonous to power

Yet still crowing they have no hold

While defiling every hour

What pseudo-righteous horrors dwell

To plague young minds this day

They never know what they will lose

Afore they curse it all away

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Written by Daniel José Soto