When our revolutionary thought
Comes to naught
We fear and we dread
That we have been mislead
By the thoughts in our head
And our complacent tread
Of all that we ever said
Comes to a head
We can filter out the dread
Of everything we said
Which wasn’t polite
And not very bright
And which tests us through the time of night
To not be a blight
On society
Or previous gullibility;
We’ve just been dead.
It is now all coming to a head.
Discern our new thread
Of Light
Which can burn very bright
If only we can see the darkness of our night
Take flight.
God speed
And be
No longer in animosity
But worship the free!
We are what we can Be
For eternity!
We are as free
As our revolutionary spree
Can be!
We are doctrinally free.