I saw you, I saw you,
With that loudmouth
Pinning his theses to the door.
Was he really on your side?
A first stone thrown
To loosen the ecclesiastic grip.
Much blood spent
Until, until it was finally agreed
To disagree, with guarantee, in security.
Then that plucky little kingdom popped up,
With monastic discipline,
Impressing everybody, far and near,
Putting the fear of iron
Into the soul, tightening the fetters,
Rendering you ship-shape.
But in other parts
The gullet was full of despicable injustices
Swallowed from oppressors, and spurns suffered.
Shackles were wrenched off,
At least for a time.
Some of you looked askance, some were inspired,
Were encouraged, followed suit.
You rose up.
Now it was the turn of the oppressors
To shake and shiver in their boots.
Their ruthlessness knew no bounds.
At all costs, rivers of blood had to flow
Until calm and order were restored.
Again with iron.
Those of you who lost and survived
And could bear the suffocation no longer,
Where breathing was easier.
Those of you who remained adapted,
Were selected by cultural evolution,
Awaiting, even yearning for,
The next disastrous chapter.
The power grab to become imperial No. 1
Led to self-destruction.
From which you have apparently recovered.
Who have you become today?
Who do you imagine yourselves to be?
Having long since forced your most highly-spirited, freedom-loving
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