The band
Of
Runaways
Ran
To new land
New clan
The Rebels
Sought refuge
Grew
Fought
A standoff
Against power
Whose
Afraid
Of a grenade
From a renegade
With nothing
To lose?
An outnumbered
Underdog
Already abused
Walks
Into the pit
Locked in
Pitted
Against a pit
With a lockjaw
That bit
And held
With the grip
Of the law
The loser
Still wins
Though
A life lost
The price costs
Hope
Spreads
Like the words
Of a martyr
Read in red
Here’s a toast
To the living dead
Anyone
That gave their life
In a fight
That couldn’t be won
Stood
Against the giants
And tyrants
Of the era
Erased terror
With blood shed
And a carved
Signature
That signifies
The nature
Of a man
With true power
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 12:33 AM UTC
The band
Of
Runaways
Ran
To new land
New clan
The Rebels
Sought refuge
Grew
Fought
A standoff
Against power
Whose
Afraid
Of a grenade
From a renegade
With nothing
To lose?
An outnumbered
Underdog
Already abused
Walks
Into the pit
Locked in
Pitted
Against a pit
With a lockjaw
That bit
And held
With the grip
Of the law
The loser
Still wins
Though
A life lost
The price costs
Hope
Spreads
Like the words
Of a martyr
Read in red
Here’s a toast
To the living dead
Anyone
That gave their life
In a fight
That couldn’t be won
Stood
Against the giants
And tyrants
Of the era
Erased terror
With blood shed
And a carved
Signature
That signifies
The nature
Of a man
With true power
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