A picture of a golden age
another episode
of the gold you promised
and the stones we got
we lie in line, the harmless fools
the air too cold to breathe
we move synchronously
for now the gagged are free
i asked the sun to shine on me
i asked the clouds to take me home
learn to embrace
shadow and light
keep an eye on what is left
please remember us as a legion
as we grow into darkness
we are the army of the few who dare
we declare war to those who never care
temper the dark sky
you won't temper my light
old shattering hands have left scars of revolt

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