Twisted With Anarchy
A wall with our unified attack
together we can take anything down;
Even naked riding horses bareback;
A big city in sync with a small town,
sane but a bit twisted with anarchy;
This rebellion will be world renown;
No longer content to just let things be
there is still something here to save;
If you fight you belong at this party;
Call us malignant but we’ll misbehave,
crashing on the shore we are the wave.
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