Why do you judge me from on high,

When you have no idea what it means to be down,

You got your flaws as much as I do,

Yet you call me weak and stupid,

You see me as a tool in your quest,

But at the end, it’s not you but me,

For I chose not to ask but obey,

Not to act except you speak,

For I’ve accepted defeat without a fight,

I fear to think, for thinking is a sin.