Ere, low the fury rose before me! A tyranny, the specter of arrogant men who demanded obedience from on high, their mighty thrones And lo, I silent, fury stood rose defiant slow and firm And met the chorus of lesser men eye to eye, and bowed no longer to the wicked then. Became thou wicked too, mighty on the earth and make the hypocrites tremble With (words and) deeds whos evil serves the good as left and right the same cause And in their turn cause crooks and liars No more to walk this good earth. If the good are to prosper again Make wide with fury, hell's hungry girth. And send em all to their maker. Sin for sin, till god, men fear again. And cause even angels to weep At the justice and the fury of a patient men. * * * * * disclaimer - not an encouragement to violence or lawlessness.