Take my pound of flesh for all that it's worth
Reason woebegone, our way defiled
Sovereign righteousness wearing the crown
Judgement handed down, under the thumb
Chaos lies in wait, insidious calm
Cracking firmament threatens to fall
Tearing from the grasp, a power so vast
Seeking only to defame the truth
Instinctive reproach clouding the vision
Alone in your righteousness
Collective decision
Constructing the prison
The church of antipathy
An ancient enemy hides behind the shroud
The end is now at hand as the children bathe in blood