Dragons Of Life
Fighting the dragons of life, last sword
of tyrannical thought
stuck into my
gut,
Best days of the Republic hidden from
logic, freedom subtly
sliced and
cut.
Too late to reverse rotten thought bent
on destroying life without
firing a
shot.
It is a war on reason; I shall die before accepting what society
is being
taught.
Yorktown Disciple
Fighting the dragons of life, last sword
of tyrannical thought
stuck into my
gut,
Best days of the Republic hidden from
logic, freedom subtly
sliced and
cut.
Too late to reverse rotten thought bent
on destroying life without
firing a
shot.
It is a war on reason; I shall die before accepting what society
is being
taught.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 11218
Too
late
to
reverse
rotten
thought
late
to
reverse
rotten
thought
Yorktown Disciple
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