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[blueneedles]

and so tomorrow there will be another number
for the one who had a name
desert wind and a perverse desire to win
history buried in shame

all the beating drums,
celebration guns,
the thunder and the laughter,
the last thing they remember

all the beating drums,
celebration guns,
the thunder and the laughter,
the last thing they remember

and then the next day,
how will you know your enemy?
by their color or your fear?
one by one, you can cage them in your freedom
make them all disappear

six hundred sixty-six hundred sixty days
two guards for one uncharged
this morning's papers, ink stains my fingers
my hands grow darker everyday

all the beating drums,
celebration guns,
the thunder and the laughter,
the last thing they remember

good night, sleep light stranger