There are those who weave a spell
and the spirit
comes ready to suscitate
Exalted
by the Battle Cry
intensify
as they  attempt to justify
and as the heart of man grows cold
as hard as pavement Stone
We will  reignite
all the passion that we have lost
and adorned with Justice by Design
Keepsake that we have worn
we will not have worn alone
the voices
that have awoke
are distorted by that ominous and maniacal cry
rising up
from beneath the morgue
to which weaknesses rapidly appears
no matter what it does evoke
we must persevere
we must intellectualize
to deny
The inconsideration of those lies.
and all hate that it does create
so when we all
from the wilderness return
we will know that we did not squander
all the power we did possess
Yet not by force
Justice we did reinforce
keeping guidance
by The Shining Light
that set our course