Little slips past me today
I retain every deed
Every trespassing word
Of disloyalty

It will soon
Overflow and breach
And true friends will succumb
As the vile aims higher and higher

So little, can be forgiven
In this scorched state of mind
Where the hate flows free
From dawn

Few, can be reprieved
In the steamrolling waves
This swell I encourage
To maim and destroy