Revolutionary Tale

Freedoms are not free in this day and age,

Trekking through the chains,

Of another ghostly discharge,

We have failed to follow through with before,

Sad division reigns again,

Hauling through the mud that was heaven sent,

Reach up through the clouds and claim what is yours,

Never feeling the same way again,

Pain has never felt so good before,

Scars are there for a reason, bro,

To remind us of what we left behind,

Trample again, over, and through-ways,

It will change how you view life,

And hopefully cripple the injustice of it all,

We should get the paddle for it.