I do not fear the sting of doubt
shimmering in the reflections of the unknown
I concede not to an authoritarian tone
with the intent to unseat a man from his throne
A signature tune the semantics in sanctions
benign! it’s true pronunciation call it castration
They rattle to render their validity
UN-submissive you will feel the raft of hostility
Still, you’ll hear them whispering the warnings
avoiding the fight will you be able to sleep at night
Underestimating what’s being unsaid
turn a blind eye to being misled, your already dead.