I hold before my face an aegis of anonymity.
No mortal can strike me down, or push me out.
This is my right as an Vagabond, as an unknown.
But am I, whom have brought the world all its great pillars and monuments, forsoke to be unsung?
Nunca, NEVER!! I say it booming, and bold.
Rise my Brethren, Rise and launch our boundless quest.
I look now to all the nameless and unseen, the unsought and the forgotten. You are wanted.
Veil yourselves least they herald our march onward. Yet they will never percieve...
The ones of little minds and even less words come to wrench them down, from histories pedistal so aloft.
Pull them down, do it now, so we might rend their statues and their mausoluems.
With that stone we will build a place, a Tomb of the Unknown. Our visions shall persist as long as the days shall toll.
Forget the yellow cowards, forget the grim red heros, Forget grey castles build to blue sky, Forget the golden sun and thoughts of dieties.
Worship white marble, sacrafice to grey stone, Read the black lines in its title, as our great monolith grows.
When I die, cut my throat and collect the blood, when dry place my flesh on the priar, collect my ashes.
Use both to make the mortar for the cornerstone. Take my bones and boil; use the glue to bind our new constitution.
Remember not who I was, or what my true words may have been. All should see meaning with no images.
When all is complete. Lift your Aegis on high. And cry out, "They have watched for the giants, only be to eaten by the ants."
"WE HAVE LEARNED THE LESSONS AND CHOOSE TO FORGO THE NAMES!!"
One last up rising, then we shall all be judged the same.