While lies drip wildly; unimpeded from your tongue
There exists an endless cave,  where un-ending battles are won
This cave for most be a small box, for all thoughts found unfit
Here you’ll find, for those with daring to try, a true summit resides

Atop this summit rests a pleasant yet vacant throne
Fit only for one man, and for that one man, alone

Our women lay idle, our children paralyzed
In the one hand a portable non-sense machine
In the other the ruins of what we’ve done
Who were once our cherished seer stones
Have been left wanting, withering in the sun

Enough is Enough! I shout as I set sail on the open seas
To forge a glorious path, and glorious it shall be
For my path, you see dear friends, is one that’s set by me

Now is the time, a time long since forgot
To brandish our wicked swords,
The ones so forged in thought
And ride on to a glorious battle,
The one which must be fought
And return home triumphantly
With our treasure won with words

You have robbed us of our minds, free will, and love for just one day too long
and so it is to you, dear enemies of truth, that I dedicate this violent song
The one barely audible today through the thick silence of your design
but will one day blare as an orchestra, chaotically toppling that which you’ve done

Let the sirens’ song woo you, dear poets, as we crash upon their shores
For our carefully crafted ships were designed but for this cause
By Land, Sea, or Air I will claim what is rightfully mine
And that my friends is my one true love’s desire
Begging to be won, resting ripely in her mind