

Orange RevolutionAn orange revolution it may be, But people will turn to quickly see, That with no compromise or negotiations, Of mutant acts and deviations, Things that can't must be said, Before the orange must turn to red.Orange Revolution


Sleeping GiantOh the sleeping giant - he has woken once again, And from the grassy tufts he has pulled his grassy chain, And through the lands he rises from the forests to the plain, And through the land they cheer him - from Germany to Spain, And everyone but nobles will continue to remain, For the sleeping giant has founded his domain, And the sleeping giant - he has woken once again.Sleeping Giant


The Sunday KillingsFor today are the Sunday killings, Killings all most would agree, Agree that only in humans, Humans that only can see. See clear nothing but envy, Envy of all that can breathe, Breathe the life that they gave us, Us that can't set them free.The Sunday Killings


April's WarsApril wars have come at last, Mount your horse and stead him fast, Through the mud and winding paths, April wars have come at last.April's Wars
April wars have come to me, Meet them there with jubilee, Braver men would most agree, April wars have come to me.
Aprils wars have passed these shores, With galleons and wooden oars, Peasants hurry! Mind your stores, For April showers bring March wars.


The Maple Leaf MassacreI think I'd never been so scared As when to me you sped And in a screaming voice declared, "The maple leaves are dead!"The Maple Leaf Massacre
I simply said, "That can't be right. The leaves are surely green. I took a stroll last month, one night; The maple looked pristine."
"Oh, no," you said, "No, not at all! I just now happened by. The leaves, they've all begun to fall; The tree will surely die!"
We ran at once, just down the street And gasped in disbelief; Some force had thrown down to our feet The maple's every leaf.
They called alarm, &n


Questioning a Dragon, + AnswerQuestion to a dragon:Questioning a Dragon, + Answer
Oh Dragon, how did thou get thy teeth, all long and sharp to tear up meat? Why blow thy fire through the trees and light afire your enemies?
Why pump thy wings until you soar? Go higher and higher, more and more? Why whip thy tail on the ground? Why pile treasures all around?
Why dig thy claws into the doomed? Why tramp on flowers not yet bloomed? Oh dragon, why do you exist, living in the legend's mist?
Answer:
I have my teeth by way of right, to pull me through the hardest plight. And blowi
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