May 16, 2011

Rebellion

Come, come, help purge the world of cruel men
These men show no mercy, they do not care
Rip down their banners break free from their rule

We will make this never happen again
Never again will they give their false prayer
Come, come, help purge the world of cruel men

Gather silver bullets, forget the pen
Pump all power to the electric chair
Rip down their banners break free of their rule

Do not let them harm us like they did then
Now we are worthy to breathe our air
Come, come, help use purge the world of cruel men

They repressed us and used us just like hens
In the basement, the window we did stare
Rip down their banners break free of their rule

They stare as they burn the last of the men
These fools! The last of the good is right there
Come, come, help us purge the world of cruel men
Rip down their banners break free from their rule

I am most concerned about the last quatrain. Does it nicely establish the point that they just killed the last of the men they were trying to keep and that the real cruel men are somewhere else and now there are lo longer any good men?

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