A whole generation of poppycock laden juvenile lost souls

Pieced together by a collapsed brained fool in dark disguise

Followed by hollow eyed devoid humanistic forms

Parading as holier than thou educated but unwise.

Lead the meek to the last day formed from the beginning of time

Down a long road paved with the blood of the brave

To an end made by the cowards who curse the chosen

And hollow out the earth for their sheep as a grave.

Whom they believe will deliver them unto the almighty light

While marching to the silent drummer yet they hear the cadence

Of an unknown and seen prophet no one can keep in sight.

Fear not my children this long nightmare shall pass

And the dawn will rise like a violent wave of scorn

To sweep away the wicked and their evil despots

And I will lift your spirits to the origin where they we’re Born.

08-24-2015