MÉMOIRE IN JULY

Taking down what was left of the fight
Not much for this soul to go on
Horrid moments taunt my senses
Old friends made in bizarre places.

Hoist up the colorful flag
Don't let anyone out of your sight
Tthe missleading bastards shall once again fight
Fight for the right to bring out the dark.

Twisted desired coveted his mind
Reckless movements shadowing his might
A cascade of stories revolving a tale
A tale of a place that shall no longer be there.