Apt NMA

November 12, 2008

Across the flatlands we came out of nowhere special
Like a peasant revolution – makeshift weapons in our hands
We crashed the gates so hard; we’d never heard that kind of sound before
And braced ourselves for victory, and the spoils of the land
Defenses melt away before our frozen blank surprise
From the palace now we stare into a million waiting eyes

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