Protection from direction...left.... right longing to conquer both directions on the same subway...
Blinded by the light...but what is light when it is dark...and what is dark when it is a damsel in distress...
Captured...chained away from daylight...daring to break the restraints of relevance...when I know nothing....
But something...a brain running on burlap...sewing a series of Sabbaths on Sunday...Sanitize the schemers....
Fashion like a vagabond strolling through a holy village of Harbingers...
Roxanne put on your red light..because men will be like dogs...wolves..ravenous...rendition of rebels....
I cry but there are no tears...how can there be any tear drops when the devil's called for dawn....
He calls but I'm not afraid...not of darkness...not of fire...bring it on I say.
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