I'm against state, according Sartr testament;
I'm against power, someone else holders are;
I'm against poverty, working for show, you'll see;
I'm against money tree and runaway harlotry;
I'm against war - for nouveau riche new score;
I'm against peace, my garrison's my house, Ms.;
I'm against tears, by petal of rose my pupils was pierced;
I'm against light, waiting for dawn whole night;
I'm against love, that's bitch, dirtying my palm by cum;
I'm against death and cycle of life;
I'm even against our souls, deprived by God in former times.