Banished

This is not a sex song,

this is just a grown up transaction,

this is simply getting it wrong-
yet we don't have a day after,

this is none other than a fight to the finish-

yet we're fending off the dark,
and hardly can speak English.

This is the known world being torn away by the nails,

people making no sense,

and the costs can kill live animals,

this is an eager loner-ship meeting the made men,
in a conquest for an ancient place no-one who is unworthy may hike,

this is a world on the brink of a new thing,

nothing we knew,

nothing we're unafraid of,

even if you don't count the lights adjustment to the dawn,
and the start of the car resting on the lawn,

this is your biggest prose-
to include the load,
and denounce all foes.

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