Get your blade ready for battle,
Wipe our blood from it.
Another victim will be slain,
Another sacred life, taken only in vain.
Do you enjoy, your slaughter of suppression?
Does it bring you joy to slaughter the locked?
There are already so few of us to start,
Even fewer that can survive your verbal stoning.
Each stone I endure, I endure for the locked.
It is not only me I stand for.
We are not weak,
But neither are you.
All of us cannot withstand you rocks,
These rocks sharpened and poisoned with your disgust.
There rocks they burn.
They cut and poison.
I must endue.
You cannot win.
