• Bones are going to be broken,
    And eyes will be black and swollen.
    Fighting for the things you're holding,
    Believing your beliefs are golden.
    How you'd never sell your soul, and,
    The web of life you're molding.
    To reach the afterlife takes a single token,
    How hath yours been stolen?
    Listen now, the crows are calling,
    And your atrocities will leave you sprawling.
    All of your beliefs are falling,
    Foolish ideals of pride are pulsing.
    Open your eyes and mind, fledgling.
    Before you die a foolish man's death. Appalling.