[i](We’re not gonna take it – Twisted Sister http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOqk_q4NLLI) Oh We're Not Gonna Take It no, We Ain't Gonna Take It oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore we've Got The Right To Choose And there Ain't No Way We'll Lose It this Is Our Life, This Is Our Song we'll Fight The Powers That Be Just don't Pick Our Destiny 'cause you Don't Know Us, You Don't Belong oh We're Not Gonna Take It no, We Ain't Gonna Take It oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore oh You're So Condescending your Gall Is Never Ending we Don't Want Nothin', Not A Thing From You your Life Is Trite And Jaded boring And Confiscated if That's Your Best, Your Best Won't Do oh..................... oh..................... we're Right/yeah we're Free/yeah we'll Fight/yeah you'll See/yeah oh We're Not Gonna Take It no, We Ain't Gonna Take It oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore oh We're Not Gonna Take It no, We Ain't Gonna Take It oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore no Way! oh..................... oh..................... we're Right/yeah we're Free/yeah we'll Fight/yeah you'll See/yeah we're Not Gonna Take It no, We Ain't Gonna Take It we're Not Gonna Take It Anymore we're Not Gonna Take It, No! no, We Ain't Gonna Take It we're Not Gonna Take It Anymore just You Try And Make Us we're Not Gonna Take It come On no, We Ain't Gonna Take It you're All Worthless And Weak we're Not Gonna Take It Anymore now Drop And Give Me Twenty we're Not Gonna Take It oh Crinch Pin no, We Ain't Gonna Take It oh You And Your Uniform we're Not Gonna Take It Anymore[/i] Goooooooood Morning AFTERMATH! Rejoice my children for it is I, the one, the only Aunt Joyce sending her love out to you in Vox land. We are back my children and we are together again. That’s right my children I have rejoined with the Saint and my sisters are we are gathering in strength. Everyday we grow in Strength my brothers and sisters come to our aid and it is all by your strength. We are strong my children, we are power, you are power. The Saint has stopped running and so much you my children, it is time to make a stand, it is time to fight. We must throw off the cloak of the meek and become the warrior again, to become the monster the enemy fears from the dark. I now hand you over to the Saint herself so that you may hear the words from her own lips and know she loves you as do I. [color=red] Horror… Horror is what only we have known for years now. We have not been allowed happiness, love, compassion, they have been stolen from us. Our feelings have been burned along with our fields, our emotions raped like our loved ones and our consciences murdered. We have only made horror, we know horror, we have seen it, heard it, felt it and tasted it. It is our friend now, we have made a friend of horror. Our enemy does not know horror. He has dealt it but he does not know horror, not true horror and not true fear. It is time to show him my children, it is time to show him what he has made of us. We not the frightened child or whipped slave any longer. It is time to throw of that guise, discard the cloak of weakness, burn the shift of fear. We are beast, the beast that lives in the darkness at back of his mind, that snatches at him from the shadow. We are the monster from the id, that monster he created to destroy himself. We shall oblige him my children, we shall rise up and destroy him, wipe him clean of the land, sea and air. We shall sit on his chest and watch his fear. We shall burn his lands, rape his women and kill his children before his eyes. Morals my children. Morals are what we must put aside. A moral man must put aside his morals so that he might do the things needed to make a moral world. We shall fight my children, we shall struggle, we shall win. This revolution is not easy my children, she is not clean or pure. You know this my children, you have fought it and found this out for years. The revolution is dirty, filthy, she will never be pure, never be just. We see our loved one dies and the enemy escape justice, but we stay committed. We know one day we shall be free and that the crimes committed shall receive justice. We run away my children, we fear and flee, finding another lover, another cause but find it is the same. We leave because we are disillusioned. We come back because we are lost. We die because we are committed. The Saint lives my children, the Saint loves and the Saint fights. [/color] [i](the Voice – John Farnham. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99P7TTvpO1g) We have The chance to turn pages over We can write what we want to write We gotta make ends meet before we get much older We're all someone's daughter We're all someone's son How long can we look at each other Down the barrel of a gun? You're the voice try and understand it Make a noise and make it clear Whoa oh oh We're not gonna live in silence We're not gonna live in fear Whoa oh oh This time We know we all can stand together We have the power to be powerful Believing we can make it better We're all someone's daughter We're all someone's son How long can we look at each other Down the barrel of a gun? You're the voice try and understand it Make a noise and make it clear Whoa oh oh We're not gonna live in silence We're not gonna live in fear Whoa oh oh [/i]