The man came down with a crash
He made a charge for admission
Running from wall to wall
Kill him or wet your pilow!
At dusk the exploited ones
Made their silent conspiracy
Ears caught words
from the wind
Revolutionized
their resistance
The omittance of their duties
And the crosses on the casket
Caused the storm of destruction
Over the world-worn continent
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