Remember the True-Dark (And How You Cursed the Lowborn) Lyrics

Hardest lesson I learnt growing up is that humility

In the face of a monster who sees intellect as futility

Best to beat humiliation by responding with serenity

It's a sure fire way to bring out their open hostility!

Bullied in high school, they would attack me relentlessly

No prom, no yearbook, haven't attended one anniversary!

They would always look at my intelligence with jealousy

Ineptly tend to point out my differences developmentally!

In the eye of this cruel storm, I stand unshaken

Low Wisdom's my armour, this Void's unbroken!

Wordsmything is my power, my silent rebellion

Surrounded by fools confusing strength with oppression!

I rise with a serpentine grace in the face of sinners' scorn

My Mind's form, the Divine, a fortress in a world that's torn

Words are nothing, mean nothing, die soon as they're born

Remember the True-Dark and how you cursed the lowborn!

That said, I think when challenging a writer so carelessly

Might require a firmer grasp on my idiolect, my vocabulary!

Spelling is quite important if you really want to sound scary

Poor grammar sends a message of an ickle bucktoothed fairy!

Have a mind of my own, and that's considered high folly here

Despite the Law on emotionally abusing the disabled is clear!

When you accuse of Big Thinker of not thinking in your sneer

Perhaps you should ask yourself, if he agrees with you, who does he fear?

In the eye of this cruel storm, I stand unshaken

Low Wisdom's my armour, this Void's unbroken!

Wordsmything is my power, my silent rebellion

Surrounded by fools who confused strength with oppression!

I rise with a serpentine grace in the face of sinners' scorn

My Mind's form the Divine, a fortress in a world that's torn!

Words are nothing, mean nothing, die soon as they're born

Remember the True-Dark and how you cursed the lowborn!