A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
Exile Plains, Dantooine
Year: 22 BBY
Sentenced to diminish a family of exiles, our enemies apparently,
I’m troubled with the struggle of denial when I spot their canopies dangling.
Why should a mother and her children suffer for another man’s sins,
when the Jedi send orphans to murder those who can’t defend?
I can’t pretend any of this makes sense, my hands shake drastically,
I feel the mother’s heart break tragically as our engines fade rapidly.
The ladder lays casually, my men wait for direction but I hesitate to lead,
As if to meditate in peace but without ease, why heavy plate marines?
I was sent a death squad for unarmed civilians, is this pain I breathe?
Why do I seek things that I was never trained to see? Her eyes seem
filled with fear and disbelief, not the beast the council painted this life to be!
I contemplate… devastated by the crimes my masters try to sweep.
So from behind I swing my saber, annihilating soldiers ordered to kill,
abandoning my duty to shield her family from the fields, fighting forward with will.
“Run for the hills!” I scream while putting my training to work,
A beam vaguely grazes my knee but there’s no time for saying it hurt.
Laying in dirt, men who trusted me to lead them through an easy victory,
bleeding endlessly, I refused to abuse my part in their greedy history.
I’m bound to get marked a traitor, but I cannot cater to old Jedi lies,
when I joined the order, it was to protect the helpless, a code I stand by.
A soldier on the radio, “the Jedi ambushed my squad, it’s a gruesome fight,”
when a councilman responds placing Order-86; meaning to shoot on sight.
I pull him out from beneath the ship, he pleads for my forgiveness,
“You didn’t do anything wrong, simply followed your orders as a blind witness.”
He cried into that goodbye... as my lightsaber ignited his chest…
Labeled a rogue Jedi… taking the ship to begin my righteous quest…
Republic Executive Building, Coruscant
Ah yes, the Jedi Code - Peace, knowledge, no passion for serenity
Blasphemous is its’ legacy, now I stand to give him clemency
But the foolish boy does not seek the pardon, his features harden
Meek and tarnished, motioning now for our troops to release his harness
You see... I appear now as nothing more than a benevolent friend
And disguise my desire to see the Light brought to a desolate end
A petulant sin, foregoing the tenants of Bane
But perhaps they’ll know Sidious as a more menacing name
The men that he’s slain, merely steps to this greater goal
For the Jedi that we do not kill, we must take control
The vacant souls, turned empty when bound within chains
Without victory, this boy would topple and drown in the pain
What sound would remain, when the Republic turns from you
Do you feel it?
It burns from you! An ever waking darkness that could learn from you!
I understand - it was passion that drove you to take their lives
Forsake their cries, and forbid cruelty from those that say who dies
Tell me, was it their foolish teachings that truly guided your hand?
Or was it the absence of power that divided the land
A silent demand, you want more strength so that you may break the chains
The hate remains, I can offer a hand, but you must take the reins
Become mine, and the Order need not know what I alone orchestrated
Our war is fated, the primitive Light will see its’ scores abated
On Dantooine, you took the first step toward the path of freedom
But your Republic would call this an act of treason
It stands to reason, for the Dark to triumph and Power to rule
Then one must not visit mercy upon simpletons and cowering fools
From on High, they would cast you out without the grace to fall
Not seeing this hidden power that could save us all
So rise now and strike me, let it set you free
Be reborn under a rule of the Sith as the next to be
Alight your blade and heed the foe that your sword reckons
For as the light recedes… the dark side of the force beckons
To be continued...
First Verse - Soule'
Second Verse - Slyfe