The Antecdote

Rile and register my domain as freedom, lest the skies be twain surmounting to resolve's remain yet list us in that yielding name! The buttress of consort to fame are silent omens, watching's wane not living, but progressing same the voiceless entity of gain! Cry out, my heritage, know my pain not like an empire's docile skein, "all in our hands", they speak profane as quiet assumption keeps their reign. Move on to equity's explain my country's winding, phasing game once set apart, the errors feign and hide their cross marks, now remain. The odds could franchise with concern and bring to order, rights adjourn that line, those borders, all faith's aim God's not disorder, resting claim! Objection is the courts whole strain and through law filter its restore the anthem of whole choice not sane as perilous human trials . . . . risk core!