Vindication

Vindication, alleviation leads me down the path to a new world nation. And the sun in the sky leaves a mark on my eye till the coming rain takes away my pain. So I drink my rum to the setting sun as it ushers to the stage the final page, Of a book that I wrote in the days I was young when the snow in the air settled down on my tongue. But there are those who deny it's a hell of a ride and with their buckles undone they face the rising sun as the messenger of death reaches out for the hand of the one man band playing slowly going mad.

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