To you is given a body more graceful than other animals, to you power of apt and various movements, to you most sharp and delicate senses, to you wit, reason, memory like an immortal god ... Battista Alberti To you who nonsense made of Darwin's logical lore What to the table brings't except goodnews of chains of fear, of mental slavery Gape those eyes and ears hoist from the chasm of ignorance cerebral freedom - I pray Heresy is a fictive tag by the Elite made - and blasphemy its distant cousin Our maker is ne'er the monster by scrolls of faith made, like Oil on canvas, its paintings cast upon a heap of blanks Forthwith, of four needful essence to you and me it is Of water, fire, earth, air... Be free I pray you From flavoured slavery