Over Color Desert

From the crystals’ broken of lights Or dead link-the souls’ marines By machine pip-out targeting apical Snares by the roads — Through of demolishing the tools that Throve flats up for peace . . . It took the leash by the saw The gloss of the desert thy help In confront, any wakeful dream up Watchfully rolls been fielding — By mindful fields, the gloss that regrets Of course a soul it’s matter, The hero-the weapon In avail words of freedom And carry it clearly over the esteem By gloss of the desert! In peace thou insures of earth.