It isn't hate;
      it's not chagrin;
      it aint this cage
      you've locked me in.
      I won't say it now;
      I'm not so bold;
      but 'fore I die,
      you will be told.
      I will not hit,
      or punnish you,
      Yet someday you'll
      respect my view.
      You've chained me up.
      You've kept me down.
      Too long, this cycle
      goes around.
      I'm many now,
      not just a few.
      A half-mad captain,
      and a skeleton crew.

               Morat the Black [CHAOS CT] '93