repent! retreat!<br> <span style="text-decoration: underline;">i
beachhead at the flower's mouth on fire</span><br> i remember dodging the round beads of crimson as they flew at me like drops of rain<br> the quality of the air was a vapid pink chemical mixture and as the clouds met the horizon the shade was<br> exactly the qualities that juan diego described as seeing when he saw the virgin mary<br> or when he dropped his apron to reveal her likeness<br> purple and thick the air is soup and i look to my left and i see<br> two of my friends in prison and we are still marching<br> right left right left right left rights left<br> i run with my face tucked against the wind bellowing questions to my peers<br> should i really just pick a battle and fight?<br> tin soldiers are we. barely able to shoulder the holster for a rifle i never wanted to own a<br> thick skin and paranoia and i think that true joy is<br> being oblivious to our surroundings because<br> <span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">RAT TAT TAT!<br> <img src="http://home.att.net/%7Emiranda8980/1sts_marcellino-pg02.jpg"><br> </span><span style="text-decoration: underline;">iithe mouth is awake and hungry and action must surely begin</span><br> every single day i see one of my tin soldiers get carried away<br> people that are doomed because we think in similarly dangerous ways<br> and i feel happy that i carry the blessing of restraint<br> and learn lessons from the measurements calculated and weighed<br> i'm amazed at the pace we'll extinguish this race of those destined to push the limits of what once was created<br> by all of our fathers <br> who didn't accept life wasn't like the great american novel<br> they're getting old spoiled and grey<br> but we're getting drugged, jailed and carried by waste<br> <br> and more and more it looks like i'll be the only tin soldier who rode<br> a w a y . <br>
beachhead at the flower's mouth on fire</span><br> i remember dodging the round beads of crimson as they flew at me like drops of rain<br> the quality of the air was a vapid pink chemical mixture and as the clouds met the horizon the shade was<br> exactly the qualities that juan diego described as seeing when he saw the virgin mary<br> or when he dropped his apron to reveal her likeness<br> purple and thick the air is soup and i look to my left and i see<br> two of my friends in prison and we are still marching<br> right left right left right left rights left<br> i run with my face tucked against the wind bellowing questions to my peers<br> should i really just pick a battle and fight?<br> tin soldiers are we. barely able to shoulder the holster for a rifle i never wanted to own a<br> thick skin and paranoia and i think that true joy is<br> being oblivious to our surroundings because<br> <span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">RAT TAT TAT!<br> <img src="http://home.att.net/%7Emiranda8980/1sts_marcellino-pg02.jpg"><br> </span><span style="text-decoration: underline;">iithe mouth is awake and hungry and action must surely begin</span><br> every single day i see one of my tin soldiers get carried away<br> people that are doomed because we think in similarly dangerous ways<br> and i feel happy that i carry the blessing of restraint<br> and learn lessons from the measurements calculated and weighed<br> i'm amazed at the pace we'll extinguish this race of those destined to push the limits of what once was created<br> by all of our fathers <br> who didn't accept life wasn't like the great american novel<br> they're getting old spoiled and grey<br> but we're getting drugged, jailed and carried by waste<br> <br> and more and more it looks like i'll be the only tin soldier who rode<br> a w a y . <br>
judas:
you're an odd duck. that's why i like you.