The Battlefield littered with debris
Dust rises towards the skies
The four stand in front of the Dead
Satisfied with their lies

And in the midst of this chaos
A new soul rises from Death
Hoping that the four eyes were diverted
The spirit tries to run to shadow
But alas!
Fairness has finally been vanquished.
The quick leap of metal
The snake of rope binds her ankles
The spirit falls to the dirt,
Where she meets the insects of Decay.

Four voices, four minds
Bind the fleeing spirit with words of "fun"
Deaf to her claims of Truth,
They prison the last hope for Revolution.