Pulse of Nebulae - 201

At the time of the ancient sun
in a world where all was known,
curious questions were asked by none
as subjugation was insured
by definition alone.

My sight my touch and other senses react
and form my view on which
I choose to act.

The facts, the facts, none deny the facts.
We know all what is and all what can't,
your feelings must vanish like a coin in the sand.
All what was and all we bestow should be as clear to you as the evening sun's extinguished glow.
How can one our ways attack?
The facts, the facts, none deny the facts.

Promises will be made
to a folk with no name,
the snake will be killed
and be replaced by the rat,
a rat which promised them lives as a cat.
Lies upon lies,
he wont stand for that.

Apostles run wild and martyr the old.
Instead of encouraging doubt
nothing will be told.
The freedom I preach
lost in the past,
falling on deaf ears over the sound of a blast.
Halt you fools do you not know what you've done?
Pulling us down to a doom
from which we cannot run.

Silence this nay-sayer
his time is now up.
He may have awoken us
but starts to disrupt
with calls of tolerance, we will not accept.
We must plot his demise and act as if we'd wept.
For his symbol is strong
we'll use it as ours,
we shall continue to use it and display it on towers.

Halt you fools
do you not now what you've done?
You've pulled us all to a doom
from which we cannot run.

Silence old man your time has come.