Doctor, I've read your last diagnosisnAbout my pathology, this chimera which obsesses younAre you serious when you call me psychoticnJust because my reality is not yoursnI would be insane for that, look at your worldnYou live behind a wall of liesnYour children born in laboratorynDeveloped in bottles, fed with plasticnYou dare to call it progressnnAre you so far from insanity?nnThe physical inferiority increased by the slow destructionnOf your body with old age, illness and deathnThese are ill's I've never dreadnnYou work so hard to cause your own ruinnColonize environment as a never sated parasitennFinding your pleasure in pain of the othersnDomination you can enforcenBecause I refuse this statenThis human nature which chains up to eternal mediocritynYou think I'm deranged, affected by diseasenPsychotic as if I was blind to the worldnBlind to the worldnnI just wait my rebirth in a superior entitynTo all these creeping larva, reminiscent of naughtnnAre you so far from insanity?