*laying on the couch playing dead* sister: what are you doing me: SHH me: *starts to sing quietly* ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖᶫᵉ ˢᶦᶰᵍ ᴸᵒˢᵗ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵃᶫᶫᵉʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᶦᵍʰᵗ ᴵᵗ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵘˢᶦᶜ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵖᵉᵒᵖᶫᵉ ᵂʰᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ᶜᶫᶦᵐᵇᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵍʰᵗ me: *gradually growing louder* for he wretched of the earth, there is a flame that never dies, even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise... me: *marching to the kitchen* They will live again in freedom In the garden of the Lord We will walk behind the plough-share We will put away the sword.. THE CHAIN WILL BE BROKEN AND ALL MEN WILL HAVE THEIR REWAAAAARRRRD me: *picks up my dog like simba* WILL YOU JOIN IN OUR CRUSADE, WHO WILL BE STRONG AND STAND WITH ME? SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE BARRICADE IS THERE A WORLD YOU LONG TO SEE? DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING? SAY, DO YOU HEAR THE DISTANT DRUMS, IT IS THE FUTURE THAT WE BRING WHEN TOMORROW COOOOOMES!