There’s something neglected in a medal,
Down in the canyon
Beneath the moon glow, a deep black tunnel,
A hard wired force of freeing,
A mission, a bleeding flower,
A golden rose,
A shiny rocket piercing, ferocious,
In the subterranean hiss,
The wind blew through a lost dimension, howling,
Reading off our names,
Madness is a machine gun
A free form radiating fountain,
Demon in a gun,

There’s something revolutionary in a rosary –
Treasured forgiveness,
A cacophony of lead rippling love,
Beads of sacred blood,

We’ll march in tomorrow.

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