Do Not Forsake the Power of Curses

A blight of hate Rakes its claws From sea to boiling sea  "Help us now Lest we fall!" The tortured martyr's plea We must stand Against this dark By any and all means! Do not forsake  The power of curses Evil men Will reap what they sow Do not forsake The power of curses Their own words their judgement Their throats, open graves  Do not forsake The power of curses May they succumb  To the malice they wrought! Violent they strike Peaceful we die Our blood will fill the streets Give not an inch Protection for all The freedom fighter's creed  Hold your resolve Use all of your strength  They shall suffer defeat None shall hold power over me Strike me down and I shall rise Together we dismantle all you've built Bastille's Cage, guillotine  Lay my bloody body on the steps  Offering, invoking your doom  All those who scorn justice, All who praise the boot of the oppressor  Upon the necks of the least of us: You shall be judged before the cosmos You shall answer to all souls, living and dead  You deserve no nourishment  And you shall have none You deserve no peace And you shall have none You deserve no love And you shall have none Your descendants shall spit at your name Though you shall not be forgotten But remembered and reviled  For. All. Time. You will not suffer peace You will not suffer hope You will not suffer love So mote it be, now I curse thee til the end of your days  Do not forsake  The power of curses Evil men Will reap what they sow Do not forsake The power of curses Their own words their judgement Their throats, open graves  Do not forsake The power of curses They shall succumb  On the noose they shall rot!