as i keep my on myself, under a cruel master I'm not free from the torment and pain ; but it is my heart that pains under the blows, that i sigh and shiver proves that i have not yet lost myself, that i am still my own, let reap a piece of me and retains nothing but a corpse, as has little of me as a dead wolf is still a wolf as a wolf has a pulsating heart.
even beaten by a baton, the anguish and pain i fell it still my pain my anguish and not someone else's, and try the authoritarian might to take it away from me and they never can't take it because i own that pain, my pain, my anguish even when brought by a cruel master they are still mine and under my ownership.
before you ask, yes i Max Stirner.
even beaten by a baton, the anguish and pain i fell it still my pain my anguish and not someone else's, and try the authoritarian might to take it away from me and they never can't take it because i own that pain, my pain, my anguish even when brought by a cruel master they are still mine and under my ownership.
before you ask, yes i Max Stirner.
