the truth, more like the lie. how many ants have to die?
buried in a sea of signs, the picket becomes the line.
standing in the place of mercy,
the lives of all that yield, this is the future, don’t lose sight,
To fight all that are different, to convince the world of its end, to never let love win.
Your role, so vital to the plan. Your title?
A Protest ant
Don’t worry we will combine the two injecting pride, history will be erased, more like replaced and encased,
Don’t worry Protest ants you will find your place. building your home only to be stomped into space. Oh sorry to be so blunt, but the lie has to stop. The masks, are without remissions the Blood, does not cause division. What are you sipping? Dip into this cup, give way to a new day, no longer a product the idea is sold away.
The old is folded in three, as the new releases.. see. Universal, no longer separate, the signs fall, as all players are ejected, hearts call. no more fists the hands join, lifted to the Son the will of the Father, all becomes one.