With a stately air,
she walks like a queen,
but no noble blood
is hers to wear.

Knowing her spirit of mercy,
the weary come to her,
with aching hearts of confession.
She hears them,
She loves them,
She forgives them of errors.

Filled with care,
they start to sing,
thinking her a goddess
with blessings to spare.

Knowing her spirit of pity,
the withering come to her,
with hearts fearing damnation.
She hears them,
She loves them,
She relieves them of terrors.

All look to her for salvation.

Written by [kamisch]

Tell me that they lie.
The voices in my head,
that are saying
It's my fault.
Don't tell me
That it was fate.
The truth will always be
If I hadn't have done that
Then this wouldn't have
happened.
So tell me they lie.
That it really isn't
My fault.

Written by [Danboo]

To guild the hand of fate in making
Great explosions of fire and ice
God watches with greedy pleasure
As time sows itself a new
Stars are falling wildly
Imploding in upon themselves
Just watching; my fate becomes the maker
Nothing here and nothing new
To walk the earth the creatures birth
The moon aligns with sun and stars
Becoming, becoming, becoming
Always something better here
The god laughs as the dust settles
Created creation; magnificent in its making.

Written by [Alexi Ice]

It will not happen in a single day
but bit by bit it slowly will ignite:
The 99% will have their way.

We've gathered here and here we pledge to stay
to tell the world the story of our plight.
It will not happen in a single day.

The poor, the tired who work for meager pay
The huddled masses yearning for their rights
The 99% will have their way.

The filthy rich won't simply walk away
and give us back our state without a fight.
It will not happen in a single day.

Our people know the nation is astray.
Our leaders, plagued with greed, have lost their sight.
The 99% will have their way.

To the Lords of Finance only this we say:
We stand awake; we do not fear your might.
It may not happen in a single day
but 99% will have their way.

Written by [hieronymus]