This street is a mountain path stretching
to the horizon of what we carry in our hearts
People in a column like warriors
awaiting the order to march evenly
Black T-shirts are like a preview of
the coming of the Shadow Princes
But the palace is not ready
to take over this army of souls
So don’t go out in front of the line
When the messengers of the trinity arrive
you will hear the call
They’ll make sure you don’t stray
But not yet
