WORDS TO THE Oppressed

Relapse not for a lull to your divan
Awaiting new dawn from her eerie hovel
Rise, surge, till tug befog clouds to wan

Permissive sky suffers no pel to wane
Each pel, from nature pen surge and sail
Relapse not for a lull to their divan

Cramine sun spurs not his glow in vain
Nor moon her smile permit...