Where do you hide O faceless ones,
who risk life and limb to fling the
great cry of I AM at our fences,
our buildings , our city walls?
Your indecipherable scrawls
haunt my lowly
9 to 5 crawls.

Maybe one day we'll meet
though your movements be ghostly fleet.

Bring some chalk,
let us talk.

Under a tree while
sun burns as on primal day
shadows dance with wind.

In the name of my fathers,
I will sow havoc and destruction,
upon all who dare attempt squander my freedom.
I will rain a flaming hell,
on any who would see my brothers harmed.
My enemies will learn to fear my wrath,
as they would the very anger of GOD,
himself.
All that defy my righteous hand shall fall before my fury.
And they shall know,
the face of death.