En darkness &
En ignorance,
Let the bullets fly
Let their murmurs placate the sufferings of Perdition
Let their cries permeate, then shatter the City of Dis
Verily, ye need not travel that way ev’r again
Verily, ye need not be counted amongst the Dead
As thou wert born 4 mightier things
Neither sustenance
Nor liberation
Did its labors offer thee
Only wretchedness,
Degradation, & sin!
Its devices did not mean thee well
Its laurels did not become thy brow
As thou wert born 4 mightier things
Hark! A match has been struck
A pan of oil lit . . .
Bless-ed be! God’s kiln awaits thee
Ev’ry bone / Ev’ry measure of flesh
Shall not satisfy Him
He’ll want MORE
He’ll demand MORE
The Way without a way
Does not come cheap
{Fingercymbals-Twice}
Divine Right,
Divine Truth, & Kinghood!
2 these art thou a rightful heir
As thou wert born 4 Brahma-Vada
As thou wert born 4 mightier things
As thou wert born 2 drink wine, Soma
From the mouth of God
V.S.
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