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crimson flames tied through my ears throwin' high and mighty traps countless fire and flaming road using ideas as my maps "we'll meet on edges soon," said i proud 'neath heated brow. ah but i was so much older then i'm younger than that now. half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "rip down all hate," i screamed lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull. i dreamed romantic flanks of musketeers foundation deep somehow. ah but i was so much older then i'm younger than that now. in a soldier's stance i aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach fearing not i'd become my enemy in the instant that i preach my pathway led by confusion boats mutiny from stern to bow. ah but i was so much older then i'm younger than that now. ah but i was so much older then i'm younger than that now my guard stood hard when abstract threats too noble to neglect deceived me into thinking i had something to protect good and bad i define these terms quite clear no doubt somehow. ah but i was so much older then i'm younger than that now.