Verily i say unto thee, that surely no loving god would ask of me
To spurn that which brings the little joy i have, that in this hell of their making, they're still not done taking
Hark! I will not relinquish my joy nor that which brings me to it
Nor shall i swear an oath of fealty to Him who would have my soul for it is not His anymore
Lo, i shall ride about the foundations and into every corner of the earth to reclaiming my joy and none shall stand in my way!
Not in the silence of the forest nor the stirring of the river, not in the wayside or the underbelly of creature and sea alike.
Yes, i shall seek my joy, and it will come to me.
I will seek it, and it shall find me