I cast my stone into the eye of the storm
Before it strikes, ever circling, swallowing
There's nothing I can do, why even fight
The frozen winds scream, but I'm warm
Only one heart is beating, sorrowing
Flesh is weak, chance of survival slight
I resist because I refuse to accept lies
And in the end, that is all that matters
When we wear masks as our disguise
As every hope and dream shatters
I will persist, I will resist to the end
What matters the form of reason
In a world when we are treason
"The sanest and most logical choice lay
always in resistance.” Michael Moorcock
