Over Color Desert

From the coiffe broken of light or dead tie-the marines by machine pip-out target upper by the road — through demolish the tools that throve mats up for peace it took the leash by the saw the gloss of the desert thy help in confront, any astir enemy watchful been fielding — the gloss that regrets of course a soul matter, the hero-the weapon in avail words of freedom carry it clearly over the esteem by gloss of the desert Or peace insures the earth.