Knock, knock!
Yes, come in.
Let me show you
what's inside

Close the gates
Lock the door
And I'll tell you
What's in store.

An ancient clock
A jet black orb
What you see
will change your soul.

Make your choice:
leave or stay
For this spell
just works one-way.

One small glimpse
of the future you
can haunt your dreams
and destroy you, too.

This is a time
you cannot reset
This one decision
you should not regret.

So don't be foolish
or it'll be too late
Use this chance
to change your fate.

Knock, knock!
Yes, come in.
Let me show you
what's inside

Close the gates
Lock the door
And I'll tell you
What's in store.

An ancient clock
A jet black orb
What you see
will change your soul.

Make your choice:
leave or stay
For this spell
just works one-way.

One small glimpse
of the future you
can haunt your dreams
and destroy you, too.

This is a time
you cannot reset
This one decision
you should not regret.

So don't be foolish
or it'll be too late
Use this chance
to change your fate.

In the house of judgment
Stands the statue of Libra
And there also stands
A man in a suit
and polished black shoes

Beside him,
A black man in his thirties
With clothes wrinkled and unclean,
but pure within.

The hammer strikes;
The battle begins
To defend a black man
confined by society’s chains
because of white’s vain

The hammer strikes;
The battle ends
All pieces of truth,
shred by lies
and poisoned with vice

Beside him,
The black man is shackled
with chains on his hands
and chains on his life.

In the house of judgment
Stands the statue of Libra
with a balance on its hand, balanced.
But when the man in the suit
looks once again

                                                        The balance tilts more
                                                                                          to the other side.