"Strength Through Unity - Unity Through Faith"
so the statement was made - with it brainwashed the babes who were raised in the maze
the walls rife with thorns and they swiftly frayed, and were chained
and all who resisted were whisked away and erased.
Black bags and secrecy, a rift replacing the face
dared they speak against Suttler as he took his place at the reigns.
And thus, "England Prevails" the same as a ship with the wind in its sails
propeled by a lie, assuaging the course
thus they fell into binds with the raging divorce
of hatred and force, no refrain or remorse
only swing stories and fabrication maintaining with force.
An image of prosperity, reanimating a corpse.
There she stands, Evey Hammond -
Born anew, with wings afire; on a rain pelted Portico.
In flight, the lightning strikes lift her pain,
a singing choir, melting from her stain'd and ever sordid soul.
She prays for change, his blade became a flame that'd bored a hole.
Igniting with striking, he paid a morbid toll
but each swipe's fulgurous brightness paints a story told
inspiration's inundation makes the shore erode
so the seas of those oppressed'd reclaim the glory of old.
One must only look the Larkhill facility
to see the twisted evil that grew in darkness, fertility.
we seething'd resent the news, a virus spread impinging sent from centrifuge
with merely their intent the fuse that bore war in the streets into peace, an ascension to:
A vociferous vox populi, not enslaved in Fear and Propaganda
fills the void which he created and revealed how horrid was the cancer
that was born with every answer -
a state of censorship that to its core had been rancid and rotten.
A man may die, his hands may cease their plotting -
but lo, an idea feeds the lands "Hope" however bad it may have gotten.
Remember, Remember! The fifth of November!
A treasonous plot, from Gunpowder tauten -
I see no reason for the Martyrs who smiled at their slaught'r'ing
to ever be ignominized, shall they never be forgotten.