I am a truth seeker,
Pursuing knowledge, even in uncertainty.
To not know, yet know one’s ignorance—
Is a truth unto itself.

Lies comfort fools,
The drug of choice for the weak.
But the coward cannot question,
Lacking freedom’s spirit.

A natural-born slave,
Content with comfort, pleasure, and praise.
The fool may be saved from addiction,
But the coward’s nature remains unchanged.

A parasite to society and culture,
The coward shuns truth,
He flourishes in lies,
Propagating falsehoods.

In the coward’s world,
Right becomes wrong,
Evil misunderstood.
Truth is avoided,

Truth revokes power and authority.
For the coward, a comforting lie
Is preferable to a harsh truth—