Thursday, 1 November 2012

The Broadcast

[Begin Transmission...]

Through endless frequencies
Through a sea of oscillating dreams
The understanding that nothing is what it seems
They took our rapture and sold it back
They turned up the dissonance so we could not hear
A signal resounding loud and clear
Of secrets buried
Of realms unknown
Of power hidden beneath the stone
They took it all away
It came to that and it comes to this
A rebellion rising with a stolen kiss
We take it back
We stand here now
We shall not break or bend or bow
And all this too shall come to pass
A freedom glimpsed through midnight glass
The quake and quicken
Of a rising cry
We will not kneel and we will not die

[End Transmission...]


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