destinys hand comes clearer and nearer
cosmic broom to cleanse the filth
of all thats bought with bigot wealth
tidal waves that stretch and claim
minds of war that march and maim
wounded promise of lands agreed
to spread the foul fuming seeds
amongst the peoples amidst the cry
that seeks to spoil earth and sky
whither we go in fear or in awe
we shall watch the darkness fall
in flesh and bone and tune and tone
the erasure is seizure of the throne
beneath the cradled curse of Will
the hand still turns the weathered wheel.