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 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

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