Leaving the well intentioned.

Thus losing their heads be it not

A turn of fortune a return to changing of guards

They the fathers of wrong imprisonments long sought

In history through rock and time revered mask in hand

Until the worn falls apart in chilling fashion and pick

The priest of murder ringing endorsements of satanic abuses

The abuse of chimney beliefs reaching beyond birth death

Written in blood about the public square where more specific 

Doesn’t reach the beyond public’s sight and inner walls 

The ringing endorsements of the horned enslaver is without merit

Once rock and sand brought to bear uncertain truths and history 

To ears of misfortune gullible left to a uncertain future and peers

All the squares fit perfectly squeezing them into smaller ones

Until the fit seems right even the footprints once leading away

To the dark now lead to the evil ones rise pointing the last days

The coming famine of guns food and blood leading the moment

You cannot give away your defense to wolves of other rocky ledges

The three R,R,Rs of the little classroom you and your world.