Monday, April 7, 2014

Revolution

When you see the lost children with black circles under their eyes
They will look back and sing you lullabies
Praise will shine forth like the sun as they march on
You see mere infants but I see an army
Ready to rise up and put the old men to rest
A spiritual euthanasia if you will, the passing of the torch
Not by love but by force
We will steal the spotlight and turn what you knew to ash
You will die with your ways and every mention of your name
Whispered in the dark in the cloak of shadow
It will be as a nightmare told in the day to bring fear
This is our revolution
This is where we call fire down
No longer will the spirit of the serpent challenge our hand
We will take the banner and with lifted hands rejoice
The giant is dead and dogs have devoured its flesh
Now stand in awe as the ground shakes as we move
From glory to glory, victory over everything
Your upside down world will be turned up right
These children you spit on have become the end you feared
Speaking hatred sowed bitter seeds now blossoming
Hard shells ready to deny all and count the cost
Seeing that life is worth more than you made it
Your death is imminent and I smell the earth that has been dug to cover your corpse

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