Calm rose: violent wind. The only "surrender" tonight, shall not be our own. They cannot escape, one if by land, two if by sea. I saved my money, but it can't save me. And maybe there is blood from the past, but that is not from me. They can take away one man, and they can take away his mic, but they cannot take us all. No, they can't dig a hole the right size to fit all of our dreams. They can't bury me, they can't bury me. We can't hope that somebody else take our place, no, we can't hope that somebody else take our place. May the history book read of all of our names. Be it blood, be it ink, but at least we were free. This is only but a fraction of what I've got to say. It must be said, it must be said. If I leave this earth tonight may it be said that I spoke my peace; I spoke with the wrath of His grace. Calm rose: come violent wind. Oh we stand hand in hand and we walk without fear. This is a revolution!

Nemo 21 Sep 2013