Sticks and Stones

Sticks and Stones

This time your evil is shining through,
Your black art will be the death of you.
My light will burn with the power of good
And you'll be powerless with your shady black hood.

Don't hide behind your lies and deception,
With the fear of the life and the fear of rejection.
Join the strife, if you so dare
Strike up a pose, fine tune your stare.

Why is it that you should fear the dark
When the light will shine through and augment the spark
Of a radical demagogue, strong in faith
Who makes the world rock, made the earth shake.

A stick and a stone will fracture a bone,
But the truth cannot be silent
They might have the guns, but we're chosen ones
And we will not be the violent.

With a hand on the book and a hand raised in peace,
You'll shoot us all dead but we will not decease.
Someday you'll see in the back of your mind
Something that was lost, but now you may find.
You can curse my name, hate and despise me,
But nothing you say will immobilize me.
This hospital bed suits me just as well,
But you'll remember my warning from the depths of hell.

A sentence is fine to suit your meaning,
A word is good for rhyming,
But nothing is more vital than
The life you lead and your timing.

So rise up to a better life,
Or sink back down for a whole other strife
But you will not win if your weapon is sin
And your sticks and your stones cannot bind me.