Crown A Revolution

Behold a truer postmark

Wake and make a trade

The symbol of a proven power

To come and make your way



March on you bold resolvers

To shout your only sins

Rating only hostility

And hoping you will win



Sweep away the brighter ashes

Desolution to the point

Life and death for all to see

and a king that they annoint



Run on you saints and weathermen

To farse and pray again

Choosing another possibility

To step out of the rain...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

How symbols of power rule us, when its the weathermen that will decide wether we step out of the house or not...

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