Free, little disciple child, ain't seen you in a while, what's this predicament that made you envision exile?, I guess it's world hatred, recognize these signs are sacred, so now our picture's painted, world's most wanted and hated, but hold no hate for them, instead have faith for them, through jewels and gems you trust not, your spot's in the fate you pen, your soul GOD will defend, greed not but plot your needs, don't travel with the breeze, but freeze to seize your pleads to please THE FATHER.