the voices of a revolution

There is a pentet cry each

Of a voice that evokes a revolution to upshoot

The voice that languishes-

There are a multitude of men that fill deaths harvest

As dormant crops invested into the earths desolation

Whose souls now rover the realm with a peculiar unrest

That each drip of their wronged blood

Must be avenged by the blood of a revolution

The voice that is shun by men-

Evil infests the earthly thrones of royalty

Men whose blood pigment have no symptom of sympathy

Ransom the world to stagnation

While their deeds are further to suit their sins

And never explore the thought of change in their consciousness

The voice that is pleading for a revolution-

The uneven are the true populace of this world

Though a quota are spoiling on glut sufficiency

The congregation that mumble the paternoster are hungry

While the glutton priest is overfed of the communion

And drinking the wine to fill his drunken obsession

The voice that rages triumphant over cosmos-

A revolution is a fiery rage of an unquenchable flame

That consumes the axis which its presence is felt

Then they that pose a reproach against fire

Shall have nothing than a charred funeral

When the scotching blaze of a revolution engulfs time

The voice that must have died for it to uprise-

Any voice that revolts the true leadership of redemption

Shall be rooted from the conjunction with the esophagus

Any being in agile agitation to the law of sympathy

Shall never be spared of its sinister creeds

When the voice of a revolution is chanting higher