Wild Fire, Pt. I - Dawn Ray'd

Is it duplicity?

Performative racist deceit?

Cheap shock theatre

To which we should pay no heed?

Or is this real?

The sincere language of cowards?

Like the denial of Peter the Apostle

Ashamed of your master

Of your pariah’s gospel?

I can’t help but smile

At the fascist’s curious insistence

Of demanding to have a master

And daring to call this resistance

Run!

Like rats through a sewer

Roaches from torchlight, run!

Run!

Like rats through a sewer

Roaches from torchlight, run!

Fear now

Far now

Fear now

Fear now cold day’s light!

Ther’s nothing in these songs

Of which to be ashamed

Everything we sing about

I’d just as plainly say

There’s nothing in these songs

Of which to be ashamed

Everything we sing about

I’d just as plainly say

For the noble flame of integrity

Will surely always win

As dawn brings

The Reckoning!