There are days when if feels so close you can touch it
That something that's closing in
The overgrowth of all repressive
The evil that's caused by man
It hides within the shadows and cracks
So the hideous doesn't show
Until it's timed birth by demand
And it's plot to over throw
The balance is off on the given
On men and women in deed
Making the children out of rhythm
And the state of Islam to bring a need
It's the dust in the cracks
And it shall rise upon a war
And women will be pushed back
Farther than they were before
For the male shall rise to do the deed
To bring about the nurturing the children need
It's a game of chess
That's played as war
For the manipulation of
What we all are seeking for
Love
Used as a weapon
To wage the final war
On the manipulation of man
And the purpose he was set her for