Never will I submit to a dogmatic answer. Never will I pray for your salvation. Never will I accept your institution. Your prefabricated religion is an obstacle for my clear thinking, my wish to stay independent, open-minded, in control. You claim the truth and you try every time with a different mask to conquer my soul. Selling your dope on every corner. Filling me with poison. Dictating me a set of ethics. Promising me the light. Making me your servant for a ticket to heaven or a ticket to hell. Never will I empty your chalice, filled with the tears of thousand generations. Tradition has made you so strong, but your arrogance will finally make you collapse.