Iron Fangs
- Paul Clive
- 6 days ago
- 2 min read
FUCK ICE 3 (Iron Fangs)
Only the hands of desperate cowards
Cling so tightly, grasp this hard
Until every life blurs into one
Until we are the faces in the crowd
When it takes six pathetic slugs
To murder only one of us
They have to know their days are numbered
And coming to the end of ropes
When the virtuous are terrorists
That tells you who the powerful are
When the predators are emperors
Instability is what follows
Fascism cries out like noisy ghosts
Seeking whom it may devour
A lion hoping the lambs have not
Taken up their iron fangs
Ice melts when met with molten lead
Poltergeists caught up in their own trap
Seeking enemies around every bend
Headlong toward their final gasps
Do not give to them the power they seek
They think they have blind Justice cowed
They think for them Liberty bleeds
But they are the ones bleeding out
When the righteous are enemy number one
That tells you where the wide path leads
To destruction go the Pharisees
We have so many tables left to upturn
Every whip we wield for shielding
Our neighbors though strangers they be
We will meet the wind unbroken
We will weep with fury like the sea
Let the wasps never forget
Let the locusts hear our cries
Let them know they are outnumbered
Let them know where true power lies
Revoke consent to those who govern
Break everyone who won't repent
Smash the fingers of fascists
Pull the eyes from tyranny's head
No mercy for the wicked ones
Depart into Gehenna's flame
For none of you have truly known me
None of you deserve my name
When shall the least of these be first?
When shall the final trumpet sound?
When shall the chain at last be broken?
When shall the devil at last be bound?
When it takes six corpulent thugs
To murder just one nurse
They know that out of all the bugs
We, the ants, outnumber them
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