Beauty needs protected,
Or evil will try to infect it,
Like the thorns of a rose
That do the job to protect.
And the beauty mends
And resurrects.
However, those it has risen
Have been condemned
And put in prison.
In this hellish fight
Against this hell that we live in,
Where atrocities are forgiven
And against the evils
We are told to give up and give in.
That is not my way.
My power they are not getting,
And I am not giving.
I will stand tall and fight
For honour and what is right.
Like a knight with a sword,
I will make them cower
And strike them to accord.
Kill evil;
Justice will be restored.
I will be victorious.
Sinfully Angelic / Canonical reading edition