Outcast from you surroundings
Rearwards in inclination and affinity
I live in anachronism
Skeptical of your thousand obsessions
Call me an apostate, blunt and rude
For forever I will be the one you'll encounter.
I remained on vantage ground
Quite a while when you were young
I live in anachronism
Yet I get old and rather should be
Hiding from this anarchic jubilation
And into my silent cryptic kingdom.
My beliefs are no fables
For it is where civilization started
I live in anachronism
Guileless and anonymous
For the world you live is not my own
As it was before you trampled on it.
You scorned me for being primitive
I am insulted by your nomenclatures
I live in anachronism
Healer and worker of miracles
Inventor of ethereal achievements
Not even your mind can fathom.
I edified the doctrines; you scrambled its contents
I created peace; you desired to be barbaric
I live in anachronism
Unswerved and enlightened all the more
I borne in faith; you ended with inequities
The Almighty is my protector; you're a buckled Mephistophelean.
