Rebel By Brithrite Poem by Marxist illuminatti

iam a spawn of oppression indignation
where empires rise and fall from lack of premeditation
the reason for why i breath is unbenownced to me
i hate ignorance although rarely unavoidable
Its still your choice
are u the victim or the success story
do you sore to the occassion
or crack under temptation?
are your dreams met by limitations? if so
why not fight to disprove,
iam a Mayan warrior humble but aware of my talents, proud but tolerable, brave but not foolish to belive myself invincible
See life itself in my belif is a joke
to accept your soul which youve grown cultivated and loved is not your would be to think gallileo`s theories were truly a product of hireachy
it is my inherent rite to teach
it is my god given (i use the term loosely) to see beyond conformity
to observe the humdrum life in a way as to appreciate the simplisities of it
Rebels have shaped this world in their given time
shaped from our politics to modern poetry
for those great many who choose diffrent paths far from others reach
please adhead i understand all too clearly that for our free minds well always be the Black sheep
it is that only in the end of our mortality that we kan truly preach?