Sinner! Socialist!
Sinner! Socialist!
Jump in the calling cauldron!
Burn! Suffer, loner!
What can I do? Who am I?
Should I cry? Sorrow
slings, swallows, sings sadly.
Slits me. Skewers me.
Should I fight? I am myself.
Fight! Fearless. Flawless.
Sinner? Yes! Socialist? Yes!
But perfectly me.