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With the brilliance of a thousand suns,
My love, into war she springs.
A whirl of spirit and blazing guns,
Wearing chaos like a pair of wings.
My love attracts the darker hearts
Of which mine is black with smoke,
A world of daggers and poison darts
Where kings – they fear they’ll choke.
I seek a place where rulers fall,
There, in her arms, I find peace.
Meanwhile, around us, enemies bawl –
Their hold on us decreased.
Mother, why must I the bad guy be
When my one true love is anarchy?