Sweet Jingo

A fire blooming in the heart of a flower

A new god rising in the absence of reason

Myth makers lulling the gullible to sleep

Circling the truth in concentric rings

 

A fire blooming in the heart of a flower

A new god rising in the absence of reason

Myth makers calling the gullible to arms

Digging trenches in fear, fixed and silent

 

Blood flowing from the heart of a flower

Morality vacated by icons of violence

The mind of a child succored by war

Yearning, relentless, thirsty for peril

 

Blood flowing from the heart of a flower

Morality vacated by icons of violence

The mind of a child bonded in magic

Falling in the dark, in the place of lies

 

Gravity reaching for the pealing petals

Drawing them down to the musty earth

Scattered, crushed under the boot of hate

            The bitter lesson awaits

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