Torture, torment, pain and fear;
That is what the prophets seer,
But that reality is quite near.

Decent does rumble with a might,
And hate can travel as a blight.
Dread the noise that will to be
When men, the wrongs of society, see.

Worst of all is the chaos before;
The terror, the killing, the bloody gore.
And all around flying death with roar.

What the prophets seered is nigh,
Yet not under the bright blue sky:
Understand, know full well;
You've now entered silicon hell.

So, when you're stopped and asked they'll see
That somewhere there's true anarchy;
Of soul, of mind, of Society...

Taliesin [Assault] '93
