I’ve never writ a spoken word, nor spoken words when writ,
Upon a thought, deliverance ought or bought,
Then been told “utterly absurd”.
If point be made between the line divide,
Then words of meaning here may nere subside.
And boisterous slander heard from cries,
Of lyers and thieves that lurk men by.
The ears of innocence that swallows truth.
Like chaos swallows all control.
Will hear the cracking bones from the dead man’s noose.
In this, in you, in do console.
For ignorance in bliss is merely shame,
And forgiveness of sin a song,
Sung from myth and apartheid of one’s own name.
For blinded ignorance, follows you all the same, as the day is long.
Oh wait, do you hear it? They are playing our song. Let\'s untriumphantly sing along.