"The Revolutionary
...
Man your kingdom;
a wicked wind is coming
the screens of dust will blind
with hidden ominous howls
and the whistles of your destruction,
until it all sneaks up on all of us.
So, ladies, gentlemen,
man your kingdoms,
if you have a flag,
raise it high,
pierce thy clouds of pain
let that rain fill your fruit
and let your laughter be
as angels to awaken one
from any dream
bless us know,
take my men and make them strong,
give unto their minds
all the wisdom buried in their hearts
and let us see better
when the dust settles.
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