This is holy,
Truth and justice.
Divinity held aloft,
On high pedestals.
The fabrications of men,
Hungry for a slice.
Slavering lips,
Lick them dry.
Truth and justice,
Are gritty.
Real change at mud level,
Preparing for the flood.
To save as many as we can,
Before our ending.
Lick Them Dry.
