Liberty’s Lynch
Once more
the fight which is no delight
The
Nations dim with Jerusalem
alone The Light
Evil
preys upon Jacob’s children
Once more
silence and acquiescence is heat for the cauldron
Do they
know right from wrong or recognize evil’s song?
Alas they
don’t care, instead lust after Judas’ silverware
They run
straight for the sharp-tipped point
Glint of
avarice blinds and deafens
The end
of freedom is a glow as Liberty
dies
How weak
the will to live in this suicide as hatred flies
It’s not
weapons that decide
Conviction
is the judge that presides
The fight
is in the future which is now
Jerusalem will not surrender even while the
world cow tows
Eternal
is My People and now we’re at home
Mistake
oh mistake is once more The Nation’s tome
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