The time has come.
We heard the bells ring -
The sounding of the alarm,
The changing of the guard
Our people are gathering near and far.
We are ready, we are armed
Armed with love, and open hearts
We’re going back to the beginning,
We’re going back to start.

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All the world’s a stage
And we’re witness to the theatrics -
Props and costumes to build narratives,
Music and lighting to heighten fear.
The first act coming to a close, the next set to begin.

Oh, the stories being spun all around,
Would be mesmerising if not for their deathly, spell-binding grip!
But fear not,
The actors are frenzied, the audience hysterical,
We must await the climax before the sets begin to dismantle.

We must prepare backstage,
In the dark shadows we must stream in light.
The mania will not reach us,
For we have the script, we have the sight.

Which ending will they choose, you ask?
Whichever one we give them the cue for, of course!
That is our power,
That’s where magic is to be made!

Little minds and fearful minds,
Vapid minds and vicious minds,
Can’t help but cannibalise one another.
Those left to the wayside,
Those hurt and abandoned,
To them we will offer both hands and a warm embrace.

We will lead the way
Out of the enclosure and into the arena,
We will sing a symphony and rejoice in triumph!
Worry not, my heart,
For we’ve rehearsed for this all our lives.
What we desire, in truth and in love,
Is already ours