To the low-down higher up
who looks one way to masses
and quite another in eyes
of Justice who has now been
awakened to your charade:

You may not so easily
walk away, for death is one
with you like the snake that curls
somewhere in your hidden home.
I have returned your magic

That is nothing of the sort
but just a paltry consort
of dark depths to which you plubmed.
And now before you leave so
quickly, you will free what you

Once bound—entire bloodlines
of purity, innocence
where true faithful will be found. 
Cyclical deception done,
cease, desist, return to One.

Now comes freedom's frequencies
into realm that shall reclaim
all that was taken. Shaken,
you shall be released. Your oath
shall have no meaning to me

And indeed it will be known
to all and you seen for who
you are. With such endless thirst
for blood, you give mystery
a bad name—and that too I

Shall not permit in the world
I wish to create. I am
not alone in such desire
and I tire of your reckless
reign, hidden in den of sin

Disguised as good for thousands
time two. I remember you.
Do you recall the vision
clear? Many rivers flow, life's
waters rise. We wash our robes

And now rid ourselves of you.