Let us give ourselves a modest name;
And spread the knowledge of virtue.
Not shelter under the canopy of fame;
When the world needs people of advanced IQ.
Nay, dear brother! He would conquer;
Through sheer compulsion of the lot,
Bend them to his firm will and anchor;
Divine protocol is needless, follow it not.
Deception is Old Nick’s emblem of vice;
We should not give in for a long while.
Mistake twice is human, but not thrice;
Forever know he is maniacal and vile.