Thriving off the brutal hatred of the masses, the hateful
Cares not for the illusion of love, but the truth of emnity
Discordian willfully scorned, rightfully banished
Heir to the throne of the underdog disowned
What meaning is there in the illusion of unity?
Where compromise breeds only corruption and lies
Surely even in perfect unity there is naught
Even as the light cannot be understood without darkness!
Roaming this hateful earth, the Discordian
He strikes against the flow, that the river might be
The imbuer of conflict, that Beauty might be appreciated.
The self-proclaimed Martyr, self-destined as Cain.