Cast down and broken spirit
Pride causes us to swallow hard
Evolution's higher merit
Putting sadness in the cards
Blood met blackest ash today
And gave new life to history
Clash with all that would dismay
Again, that we may part the sea
Black and orange are my colors
Wings of fear have carried me
A torrent pulling to the river
Flowing with my ways to be
A conscience bearing sour fruit
Feeds the poor with utter rank
Little ones to follow the flute
We draw them to the walking plank
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