Our World Order

Evergreen is the night beneath writhing shadows When blood money runs down the streets, knee-deep in vice. They prey on the weak, deep in these vices Devices of men, carried in bosoms of wanton debauchery. These bosom fools and fiends take the things of this world whole... Leaving not a piece for the peace of others. Other's peace is denied; so always comply with this law of chaos we impose. The chaos we impose is our World Order That dream's died when our shadows consume them, Consuming them whole before the chance to hope. For we are Men of the Night with our shadows, And we will haunt your steps with our greed for more Green.