Those Who Burn Poem by BiggRich Shuping

Let me ask you a question...
What is a man?
A man not in the sense of testosterone puppeted being
But man in the true nature of the word, human being
A red blooded creature with the intelligence
To oversee the order of existence
In the world if not the universe

A spiritual being with soul
Sheltered in flesh and bones
To encapsule this intangible mass
So there won't be any spillages
Yet I spill my soul telling you these truths
To flee ignorance and gather yourselves
In information villages
Information formation of defence in the pool of wisdom
We build this kingdom from the ashes
Of our ancestors' burned bones

Empires built upon foundations of lies
We collapse them with truth
Clearing blinded eyes, giving knowledge to fools
So when we raise our fists in defiance
We do it with deafening silence
For our actions interpret our thoughts
And THEY, illuminists burn from flames in our eyes
For we are men without gender
And we've seen their agenda
Hence from this inferno of truth
We are those who burn

Subliminal messages enveloped in songs
Delivered through radio and television waves
The address is your mind
Young minds like those of yours and mine to be exact
Are the targets of these woven nets
Of intellectual manipulation
To institutionalize us with one world religion
Luciferian doctrine

But we are men, those who burn
From ancient texts written with bleeding fingers of faith
When Rome the empire acquainted us with pain
We are men, those who burn
From the shifting gears in our minds
As truth switch on the lights
To reveal the faces of these fallen angels
We are men, those who burn
As our conscious minds awake
From centuries of slumber to let us know that
No weapon formed against us shall prosper

So as I revisit my opening statement
I ask you the same question
Though I've already given you the answer
What is a man?
You are, I am, and she is
We are those who burn