To the Nines - Hatesphere

Without a care we stand fast, before an endless sea

Impervious to any storm blowing our way

Without fear we glance into spiteful eyes

As we walk determined, dressed to the nines

Carelessly, we let them sling their pebbles at our feet

Continuously we blast and, with integrity, we reemerge poised above it all

We will trample over them, lo and behold!

With ear crushing sounds and pens like daggers

We reemerge poised above it all

We will trample over them, lo and behold!

And reemerge poised above it all