"SCRATCHING BENEATH THE SURFACE"

The under tow that drug them beneath the surface, stood ugly and glowering
As the haunting hate-filled case workers, assembled by billionaires towering
And losing our way was a part of the plan, so why the hell not, burn it
Just remember my friends, that in the end , the flames could return to scorch you......

The true scorching began. as we implemented the plan, and began again, contemplating
The devil was there, the churches well represented, and real signs of misbehaving
But then there came, with no one to explain, a scratching beneath the surface
An unfamiliar aching as though the world began breaking, and something was doing this on purpose........

Then the damndest thing happened, there came such a rapping, coming from under the floor
What they found down inside was quickly covered with pride, at the tip of a government sword
These good people had never been here before , they began chanting and dancing
As though they had the keys to the world
So I thought it my duty, restoring the beauty, even though I'd destroyed it before
But it all came out wrong, I played the wrong song, and the world began spinning as before
Although I remembered it well, I was loathe just to tell, so we decided to burn just the floor
And as the ritual began, there came a desperate man, trying desperately to halt the fire
His name was twice spoken, seemed all hearing was broken, none could recall the mans title
Constantine! all at once the people exclaimed, they ALL rejoiced in his foretold arrival
But there was one man, who could not understand, in the corner held a fist full of denial
Such a celebration sprang up, with every beast known to man, under the guise of a circus
The truth of it was, the devil had come, itching and scratching just beneath the surface
Like it had always been, the devil got in, but got burned there just beneath the surface
Where he rules to this day, and he's not going away
But we know that its all part of Gods plan......... 

Tony Taylor  (Chicago)