the fallen eye dusk. the phoenix arises.
We collectively rise up to defeat our demises.
Every collar blue hollars truths defeatists would lie in.
Every hollar true, each rallying cry could bring us a triumph.
We rage against the machine, braves offending regimes...
Crazed to get in between days of feeling demeaned.
We're worth more than our penance. the demons intervene.
We face plights to ward them from our naivette offsprings.
The fire still burns in our honor... lets harbour its steam.
No mineshaft or cubical will undermine what we dream.
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Ahem.
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