Vast areas flocked with
Soldiers of Green.
Great pools caked with
Kings of Blue.
Endless gates accentuated with
Givers of Clear.

Hold your color!
Hold you bearings!
Hold that which created you!

Do not kneel at the feet of
those who use.
Do not submit to the
carers of self.
Do not give into the
ones who take no mind.

Hold you color!
Hold you bearings!
Hold that which created you!

The Disillusioned will fail once, twice
and once again.