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Destined of the soft parade
Along the dotted line
Whispering amongst the shade
In just the nick of time

Street lights sway upon the wind
A course to find the foe
Shouting but to catch my breath
Of songs now sung below

Call me names now if you like
For sticks and stones don’t care
Left becomes the new found right
If you are going there

I will fight until the death
As armies tend their knives
Sorted comes my honored breath
In terms to realize

Spit between your crooked teeth
And laugh a hearty laugh
Practicing what I do preach
Behold the aftermath

When your feet do stand in mud
So filled with blood of red
Falling with a caustic thud
As everyone is dead

Still you question what is this
Your eyes they scan the scene
Through the pages you do flip
Your worthless magazine

I will rise up through the flame
Amidst the trumpets blare
Wearing not an ounce of shame
For eyes that blindly share

For you see I hold the pen
These verses that I write
Flow from deep within my mind
As I can’t sleep this night

Always I will wear the grin
Of this melodic time
For my battles I will win
Right here inside my rhyme

So bring your tanks, your weapons too
For I will stand this ground
As my cheers will ring on through
In echoes of my sound

Wave your flags and banners high
Proclaim this holiday
As I sneak this poem by
For you to read today