"Arise, arise," he cried so
loud with a voice without restraint.
"Come out, you gifted kings and queens and hear my sad complaint.
No martyr is among you now whom you can call your own
Go on you way acordingly, but you know you're not alone.
I dreamed i saw St. Augustine
alive with firy breath
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones that put him out to death.
Oh, I awoke in anger so alone and terrified.
I put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and I cried.