The cloaked loyalists launch a raid To stem the tides of the uncontrollable plagues The righteous and holy, detest our objectives The guillotine's blade left them headless
Hooded knights emerge from the ossuary To curse the lonely who permit our denigration Retro-procreation, a blatant disgrace To the majestic pool of pristine genes
What thoughts flow among the ranks of the forsaken populace? A zenith will bloom from the odor of melanin's riddance...
Technology destroyed the creatures' purpose on earth Global winds promulgate their discomfort and grief They label us oppressors, a typical scapegoat For their lives of rot and decay
Two dimensional minds in a three dimensional sphere The trans-Saharan trade birthed a ninth-century delight The pathetic melanin bred repeatedly fall Like a northern storm on Ghana in his throneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
