Cedar and the
weight-of-earth;
thunderclouds,
about to burst.
I'm not dead.
I cannot be
crushed like that

I've been captured,
trapped beneath
a tempest.
Armed to the teeth,
I rise up
to fight the
good fight again.

No more victims
sick, bored of
this tired
moderation.
It's time to
tear down this
hateful nation.

You will have tried
to kill us
with disease.
To find broken
cures for our
indecent sleaze,
but you'll never.

More of us are
born each day.
As you watch
in stark dismay
we grow strong,
we grow bold,
and we grow fierce.

You can't stop a
quick and strong
and stormy
revolution.
We won't heed
your pleas for
absolution.

It's far too late
and much too
dreadful to
forget the pain.
You will fear
our righteous
anger when it.
pours like rain.