For all I care
If we own The Symbol
Our power, twice as much,
Never moves The Cross, at all.
Hence, I can't be standing down,
The cause is winning its campaign
And the journey, thunderous at the offing,
Blows a mind-opening sail.
Untie now the yellow ribbons
In the old Oakwood.
As we cry the last revolution,
Have the red armbands secured.
I envision a compact
That's more than written in blood
Because, above This State,
I'm a mutineer for your love.
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