Bloody Meadows

Blackbird sings on a rusting gun
The cannon quiet now
Still smoke clouds the sun

Sitting quiet on the windmill hill
Spectate the interplay
On this meadow still

Crowds applaud pastimes of gimmickry
Of history's butchery
In the arena's of blood

One match sparks from the artillery
Showers incendiaries
Fuel fire and sun burns

Blackbird sings on a rusting gun
The cannon quiet now
Still smoke clouds the sun

Sitting quiet on the windmill hill
Spectate the interplay
On this meadow still



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