“So it comes to this…”

“A people pushed to the pinnacle of perversion.

A license to live like lepers through covert coercion.

Cowering when confronted with conscience.

Shrinking behind the numbing shield of a shrine

Till the faithful are called to cleanse the bowels of humankind.

A crevice corroded with cancer.

Diseased through the digestion of devilish doctrine delights

So much so that the soul has soured.

And the prescription means to purge the people of this plight…

“The drums beat with the sound of war.”

Showers of arrows pour to cleanse the whore.

Prophetic screams ‘cause the deaths are grotesque.

Long it seems but still we won’t rest.

The race is on to erase the schism

Between man and earth, justice and truth

The youth know now the extent of Verbalism

The list of lives lost is the proof.

Stampeding riots are quiet compared to battles that rattle

The clashes trample their asses like runaway cattle.

Not lost is the reason why my brothers are breakin’.

The cost of idleness is the point our method is makin’.

“The surviving soldiers of truth…

Make a pilgrimage to the sacred cities of the mind

Where rules are received and people are perceived as one

Not as contestants in the race for humankind.

At the crack of dawn a new day stumbles forth from the shell of darkness.

Hungry for the light, its mind’s eye that was sealed shut opens.

Thirsty for freedom it spreads its wings to take a sip.

And with its appetite for destruction already satisfied,

It takes flight to frolic in the aftermath… of Holy War.”