Dream spoken within twisted times. History’s patience once again
Stretch to the sublime.
Symbols spoken, dreams broken. Plainspoken children
March in step
Packs cinched tight orders given
Dreams broken.
Promises made, promises stolen
Truth being the first casualty.
Rich men counting
The young sister and brothers standing
Orders given, truth broken.
Cinch up your packs
The young are marching,
Presidents eyes gleaming young children bleeding.
Where will end?
With prophecy served or history rebalanced?
The souls of fanatics demanding blood from the lambs
Suspended in time orders given, dreams stolen.
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