[ written on the back wall of Town Hall ]

The time has come To rise again Freedom lift thy sewered hem Free from beasts and skewered men

My dreams unroll Ten thousand fold Their world will never take me They will never desecrate my SOUL

The stars I have grasped Are so far lonely constellations And wishing on those stars My spirit bars annihilation

From earthen miseries Hosts of most fell forms of greed Ghosts of pearly gate remissions

Forever haunting me Kill the creature, watch him bleed As with any inquisition

Lying from the start The preachers piled their craft Scoffing elder glories And dying, I depart To make their sunken hearts A coffin for their stories

The time is past The falter when Freedom slips my sombre pen And the gates to wolves break open then

My feelings may Seem constant prey But claws no more will rake me Those reapers fled to darker days

Above and beyond I have wronged in my position But now the winds are strong To soar from Babel’s vision

Of cutthroat jealousies Dock to dock these mongrels breed Dogs of fogged derision

Pacing, soon to be Back to pack mentality When my killing moon is risen

Trying from the start These creatures of the dark Were quaffing morning glories And dying, I depart To make their drunken hearts A coffin for their stories

Innovation in ovation Imagination stirs

Somewhere the dusk is writhing Red the shore of a roaring sea And though loved there someone is pining For waves of blood to run and rescue, me For waves of blood to rescue me...

The time has come To rise again Freedom lift thy sewered hem Free from beasts and skewered men

My dreams unroll Ten thousand fold Their world will never take me They will never desecrate my sight

Their world will never break me They will never desecrate my soul

[ a swirling blue mass of energy is seen floating on the bottom of the wall ]