The Monsters of the Magic Modern Monolith:
With Zero Thought and Zero Care; our Freedom they Entomb.
Their Claws are Bloody, Dripping Gore, from Sure to Shore.
Sans Logic, Love, sans Sanity, Forthwith.
Our Rights are Ripped Untimely from the Unripe Womb.
And Every Woman Now is Redefined as Whore.
No Family Now can Claim it’s Built on Love’s Respect.
Each Family Now is Based on Power’s Sharpened Sword.
Society is Based at Last on Baseless Lies.
Each Act of Love is Now an Object to Inspect.
If Judged by Strangers Strange, they’ll Slice the Living Cord.
Foundation’s Crumbled. Every Certainty is Now Surprise.
The Tears are Bitter. Tide will Flow. Hypocrisy
They’ll Find, will Sink not Float on Angry Boundless Sea.