Aeon Exsequor

To those that aspire to fly alone,
We cannot abide; allow; condone.
Those wretched souls will cease forsooth
For we bring honor, fairness, truth

To those who live for rock and 'roid,
We are the light that outshines void
Justice for the wayward brood
Of those who prefer solitude

To those who refuse to coexist
The bot aspirants will not be missed
When we fill the sky with catalysts
We turn Exhumers into mist

Highsec, the treasure that is worth saving
A treasure collapsing, imploding, caving
We walk the path that's narrower, straighter
With every destroyed barge and freighter

So tremble when we in swarms arrive
We, the hands of James 315
For this we ask no reward or favors
Thus is the life of highsec's saviors