Between the white and the black
Within the margin of reason and lies
Ages upon ages of distrust
The anger attached to the bone
Digs in deep and poisons the core
The scorn of the nefarious scribe
Must be heard through the ages
Tune the instrument to reasons light
Measure what is equal, what is right
The forces of will is upon us
Draw from and interpret the absurd
Borne on antiquated lost ideals
Our goals are just the same
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