"Truth"

In carefully, closed corridors
The private will prevails
To bend the rules of conduct
By which the State’s Ship sails

As rules of conduct, Order’s core
Are shred by System’s whim
We see so well the System’s fault
Not from without, within

Beyond the reach of those who care
Whose blood was shed for them
To keep the Nation’s honor
Safe from the hand of men

Whose honor Flows from Greenback’s grasp
No care for higher call
Whose lust for power from their heart
Hides writing on the wall.

That tells of final Judgment's hand
Whose eyes are not so blind
When patience bent to breaking point
Won’t be so very kind

To those whose only purpose
To take but not to give
And fail to keep each promise
As water mates the sieve.

Beware the smile and promise
Each year, how can they last
When Purpose, long forgotten
Hell’s bargain long since past
So strong they seem, apparent
The prize they’ve stolen, won
Shall surely slip from careless grip
When they behold the sun.

For while we fret the failing day
While fear consumes the land
The Spirit of the Promise
Pours forth like grains of sand

To pour across the wailing world
And soothe souls’ yearning need
Mend spirits nearly broken
Help heal those souls which bleed.

The corridors will empty
And private will, will fail
Conduct’s purpose will return
Then smooth seas will prevail.

But now we must remember
That our job is not done
We must stand firmly in the faith
And wait for Dawning’s Son.