Ebony wings enfold my soul in necrological mercy,
As earth her transient grasp is forced to release
This prisoner to greater worlds in complete transparency,
Where there is no façade, no masks to wear for peace
To ensure, where truth cannot be told for fear of the many
Enslaved to comforting illusions of grandeur they increase
By ascending upon the backs of the oppressed in company
With the devils who rule this world that will never cease
In its wars of greed, self-serving, and unrelenting larceny.
Comes now my angel of emerald eyes; behold her dark fleece!