In a search for truth, I’ll wield a blade, enforcing policy. And we conjure the ghost. Offer the invocation. It’s the argument for better, albeit a despondent attempt. For some peace from god you would bleed. For some peace from god? This harsh truth is an ageless ploy to instill fear. Young ideals are still born and forgotten. Embracing faith, you’ll give credit to gods will. Not your own two feet. Not an inkling of fortitude. All promise is lost. We are the tyranny of men. For peace from god you would bleed. For peace from god?
