I cant imagine a time when the blood was thicker,
I cant think of a better time for liquor,
Shut yourself inside the barricade,
And hope the decision you have made,
Will end the hopeless downfall,
As cartridges tear apart the wall,
Your revolver won’t suffice,
The razor will only entice,
The fatal end of those who resist,
And the revenge that those insist,
To reform the past and the times,
As if broken brick could repair the moral crimes,
Of sheer indifference vaingloriously thrown,
With universal suffering clearly known,
The perfect time to take the stage,
Charged with uproar-fever rage,
With the only thing resulting,
Is a new monarchy consulting,
The status of the red wine streets,
While still directing imperial fleets,
Progress lost not made,
From there the revolution will fade,
Your symbolic anger is wasted,
liberation is something you’ve never tasted,
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