He saw the light, in fact a dying ember of higher purpose indigestly made. He's not the savior, no man of God but his sermon's trusted down into morass of justice. Policy of neutrality instated for you and me in the terms of inner sedition as we speak. I want it now for you, my friend and spread it far to everyone I know. Rancour, synoptically served to all the breast-fed libertines nourished by own greed and complacency. I´m singing out to you and I don't need you anyway. Wave your flag of perfidy. But you my friends from Euston Road to Holborn. What you believe justifies all means. The four-star honoured shepherd leads the flock to the cay! This time the wolf's fed and the sheep are all torn to bits. Civil disobedience has died. Restrained! Along with hearts of those who proclaimed peace. The border´s thick. I´m singing out to you and I don't need you anyway. Wave your flag of perfidy. But you my friends from Euston Road to Holborn. What you believe justifies all means. Now he's all blind. Four stars they glisten no more. Faded in his reflection he sees in the mirror made of daring words, written by a pen even mightier than sword. Republicans they glance at their own lassitude. But it's the new wind that blows away your self-made laws. I loose! It's all a lost war but I'm gonna try more. Today! Armed with my words and thoughts of those who lost before. Every day I try to convince myself iIt's worth to spread their words in this belligerence. Take action!