White picket lines of peaceful persuasionCannot undo the cost of invasionEndless fine lines of baser perversionsWeakened strains of moral conversionsFlawlessly wielding falsified searchesWhat will become of us all?Cold, calculating meaningless data Hiding underneath the smiling strata Clinging to less fortunate ideas Laughing, dragging, while dreaming of sionsIntricate veins coursing with cursesWhat will become of us all?Meanwhile, one white robed throng preaches the WritTenaciously keeping holy flames litFalling valiant, bleeding from vicious slits Ten thousand swords critically slashing hitsBattered, beleaguered saints climb past ashen fritz What will become of us all?One bright light pierces the eastern skyA triumphant shout falls from…