On the edge of a precipice,
Divided we fall.
Living in these times of discontent.
We are existing as fools.
Allowing tyrants to run amok.
While bending to serve.
Disgraceful to see such sights.
For they are the bastards that want to cull your futures!
Struggle now won’t break these bonds.
They grown too strong.
Unite against our common foe.
To crush this coming storm.
Their obliteration of our freedom.
Smash them against sharp rocks.
We need to mount this attack.
Before all hope is completely removed by their oppression!
Resist and refuse to accept these crimes.
Spit in their faces is how we should remind,
Them that their power remains only we if grant it!
And to these fakes I say watch your step.
For one false move and you will regret.
Brandish the poker and ready these blades.
Upon this day your debt will be paid.
Blood was your weapons and so it will be ours.
Speak again and witness union that will hang you out to rot.
Our time.
Your blind.
These lies,
Will end your reign tonight!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 