It looks as if the final story is cast in tears and gloom
The drain on life, its' justice the comprisal guise of doom
Ground down by centuries of fear loathing and hate
The new world of prophecies lain by martyrs now awaits
Simple perfection kills the stare
Destiny unclouds judgments blare
Bicentennial askance of the Godless values now sworn
Indentured honored stolid sworn now reveille with all of the prayer
Misting detriment of the zenith for souls

Stand don't scream
Fight let the saturations of benevolence begin

Create don't serve
The final pace on the table of doom
Is Yours