Into the world of serfdom
I awake.
Into the world of delirium
I rise.
Into the world of hatred
I see.
Into the world of audacity
I go through.
Into the world of scorn
I am put in.
Into the world of contempt
Into the world of envy
I live through
That be the world I perceive
That is the world I look around
That would be not be sound
But that is what is found.

