You lay beneath the feet of man,
The condescending hierarchy.
Imposed as though inadequacy.
To be so boldly vilified,
In view of many stoney eyes.
Know not what brought you to this point,
There is no room for simple thought,
And so I stand and condescend,
I have no choice my Stoney friend.
Visions seen before my time,
Too great for one within the hour.
I am but man.