Hmmm hmmm
Cries that come
From deep
Inside
Good treasures
Rain is on
Our hands
A people
Holy
Targeted
Forgive our
Transgressions
Earth shall
Be
Iron
Scabs and
Itch
They have
Defiled
Human nature
Is feeding on the
Darkness
This part
We must rise up
Violet dust
This is a state
Of union
Madness.