Re-emerges cloaked in cape
Thinks clothing makes a hero
When all he wants to save
Is himself.
Dark man with a platform
Finds new populist pursuit
Thinks volume makes a hero
Instead a violent storm
In a suit.
There is never such a thing
As a violent path to peace
People think a thought police
Will make them heroes, kings
But among fools.
For where violence breeds
So follow darker things
What follows darkness brings
Chaos on four steeds
Apocalyptic deeds.
With eyes bright and heavy hearts
We must sheath our swords and march
To death, to end the silence
Shout as one to end the violence
That tears a world apart.
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