Guns, erupt in city street?
Shake the ground we love?
Poison, corrupt what is sweet?
Hear us, God above...
Fan out, troops; if we hold back;
Soon our fabled state;
Will of course soon fade to black!
Furies, flame, and fate...
Justice, an apology?
Yes, and when we're done;
Serene, sage, stability!
Warmth of setting sun!
I've been feeling tired of late.
Irritable. Maun.
Dust and dynamite, thy plate.
Hobo,...
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