No Truth Til Truth.

Fiery tendrils take my heart,

Veins like limbs that take the flame,

No truce til truth, I shall not tire,

Let my lips inspire in you the same,

Tell me your name, I call it and,
Instill in you a change,
That drives the fear from your minds forefront,
And harnesses your pain,
No chains, no more,
No slaves, no poor,
No trickle down,
I’d see it pour,
Be not afraid of the shades they’ve made,
You are alive, a warrior at war.

Battlements ready, your brain the bastion,
Your gut the coal that burns,
In your heart you feel the heat grow heavy,
It’s time now to seize your turn.

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