The music dies in the end
The early rising of the revolution
Brings the soldiers on the fields
With their guns of gold
Reaping what they sow with peasants dying
Blood everywhere
The selected people rise from the ashes
And the pulses ripe with the blood of a thousand
Workers lying in the fields
Enslaved by violence and crime was meaningless
The derelicts of war had risen with power
To rule people with the forceful hand that pulls the tiredness
Out of these soulless passengers of war-ridden land
The peaceful valley had seen destruction and now was gone
In a second the whole valley
Had become one and broke the power
That made the powerless broken by bewitched sedimented in the fundamentalism of this land
Taken by its roots
The rooms roam from the economic crisis that could cut its growing implications
Of crooks making it a feeling that devoid us of sensation
Crying life from the righteous people
Living in the despair of resuscitation from a painless existence
Parse knowledge brings ignorance to depravity
And this is what makes the government ignominious
You may even look at it as being unattached to the people in power
Points in an argument, evolution makes a good point
Repercussions of theological evidence as it is