Deliverance

Till now my child you've thought that might is right
And though you fight the tears of tainted youth
Please march, steadfast, and tread beyond that plight
To'a place where you might find a purer truth
Shout loud! Dear child do not forsake your past
Though demons gnawed your ankles as you walked
Shake free your legs as one shakes free their caste
Don't flinch or wince, give not a single balk
Fight back! Dear child, your time is growing near
Where truth will cede, while man disrupts nice dreams
Where heathens cry and angels dry their tears
Your job, dear child, is to go mend the seams
From devil's mouth and God's eternal might
Deliver child these men through day and night