A Foundling's Unanimity Pt. II Lyrics

Return to sender was never a claim to fame for revolutionaries
Imitated strategy is a hollow victory
Evil for evil
Bullet for bullet
Volley for volley
Dying methods from the dying
A new art of war will be penned
Good for evil
Doves for bullets
Clinicians for executioners
For these are the makings of an audacious revolution
But what's a revolution without its insurrectionist
Let us marvel the coming uprising
From the framework of Oholibah
A foundling was scavenged from the ashes
One more reluctant piece added to the caravan of plunder
Left to writhe in the embittering reality of captivity
A stranger in a strange kingdom, destined to tend to the goy
The jackals of the outlying empires
Allocated to abide within the domicile of a most hallowed vassal
The personification of the Syrian hex
Naaman
Liquidator of nations
The leprous right hand of the liege lord
A sultan amongst lepers, a diadem of prestige upon kings
Yet clandestinely
A man beleaguered by the asperities of his malady
Yearning for a glorifying unfettering from the temporal insufficiency
Just as a sheep before its shearers is silent
Into prostration, she to laid down her retaliation
In doing so, she sheared in the hemolacria of our Lord
A shadow of not as I will, but as you will
Within the migraine of her cerebral crucifixion
She directed a tortured soul to living waters
Go and wash in the Jordan seven times, and you shall be clean
Henceforth, a proclamation of allegiance would be established
Who is like the Elohim of Israel
Truly there is none like him in all the earth
O rejoice all you nations for salvation has come