Epitome

A.
B.
C.
The very first three
Reasons why
1.
2.
3.
Trying to set you free
And I'm alive

So an animal can drink from the river
But I can't, my mouth is sealed shut

Stricken down by a single blow to the mind
Of another kind, from somewhere far away

And if a man can't find himself
What does he have left?

An empty shell, of knowledge and pain
Planning to dispute the epitome of anger