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At last evening is falling. It looks like rain.

The last vestiges of the empty are sloughing off, 

Cradling themselves as they wash down the drain.

What a night, a night to set things right,

Put all things in their proper perspective,

Rinsed and sparking in the moonlight.

Zoo doors can open for all I care,

Prisoners muscling past guards

And pummeling them with weaponry,

Weaponry provided by the likes of me.

There will be no flags welcome, no allegiance to anything 

In 

This

Free 

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There will be no lip service, no respect ‘cept what’s earned

In

This

Free

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All.

I will trust no one put in my charge,

I will leave symbols to the symbol-minded. (Thanks, George.)

I will abscond with my brothers if necessary and go at large,

Drinking in freedom off the map, out on a limb,

Never again suffering the art of foolishness

Or paying any mind to their crap.

The time is done for that.

Think of the possibilities,

Enemies of good running to hide,

Elegant fires burning them down

As we’re soothed by the cries of the wretched.

Got a match?

Join me, won't you?

Let's slip and slide,

Let ourselves fall.

It's time we took a ride

On

This

Free

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