While the Owls turn their head with quick disdain, the black horses of insurrection march to their malicious beat.
With their resolutions made steadfast, forged from the furnace of malice and malcontent,
the fire lashes out and scorches the hand of opposition.
As the masses swell, the ravenous sea howls!
Spewing, gurgling blood
Lunging the mutinous vessel towards it's destined lands!
Murderers skulk where lovers lie.
The adherent ones ripped bone by bone! And then
the sky clears
Shining it's light on the new order.
The day appears with a new dawn
But not without opposition
On the horizon.
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