A sick riff
And a haunting rhyme
Rolling back the years
Within my mind,
Bringing in the chorus
That would rise us up
Sweating as we danced
And as we run amuck
They were the days
I remain forever young
Older though I maybe now
I am far from done
And some may be suprised
That I haven’t left thoughts of this behind
I was an angry young back then
But I am wiser now
No longer angry but still filled with passion
I still chant out loud, my anthems.
fauxcroft 
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