The cloaked loyalists launch a raid   To stem the tides of the uncontrollable plagues   The righteous and holy, detest our objectives   The guillotine's blade left them headless      Hooded knights emerge from the ossuary   To curse the lonely who permit our denigration   Retro-procreation, a blatant disgrace   To the majestic pool of pristine genes      What thoughts flow among the ranks of the forsaken populace?   A zenith will bloom from the odor of melanin's riddance...      Technology destroyed the creatures' purpose on earth   Global winds promulgate their discomfort and grief   They label us oppressors, a typical scapegoat   For their lives of rot and decay      Two dimensional minds in a three dimensional sphere   The trans-Saharan trade birthed a ninth-century delight   The pathetic melanin bred repeatedly fall   Like a northern storm on Ghana in his throne