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Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps countless fire and flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on ledges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger then than 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 facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger then than 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 preached My existance led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger then than now. Yes, 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 then than now.