Don’t ever claim that you are unbothered
By this world created from forefathers

Our shared forbearance now has tipped over
Pray rise, prepare to fight for damned closure

Go forth, grab your neighbors, it’s time to start
The combat training for the weak of heart

Bring all who are able to see facade
Those witless cannot be shown light of God

This prophecy will timely come to pass
Their phony pedestal is made of glass

Be sure to remember: aim small, aim true
It only matters that one shot gets through

They stand so tall, on top those castles high
This leaves them blind to our ascent towards sky

Our holding pattern comes close to end
Prepared, this world our training must transcend