Listen for us in the wind
and know that we are coming
Armed with nothing left to loose
we will not give quarter
The time for violence is here
let your heart be afraid at our coming
Tomorrow I will wash my hands of you
but today I will stain them red
Hear our cries for justice
as no longer a plea but a battle cry
This one really got me to sit for a moment and just think. To reread it a few times and make something different out of it each time. And I really enjoyed the last line especially.