candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades in tailcoats, sweeping the ballroom and whispering secrets to save the world, anthems muttered under the breath, under The Eye. The tides of war are rising, higher than the prisons, it’s over our heads but we’re not going under, not yet. The shot heard ‘round the world is calling, and away I must go, through smoke and blazing lights in the dusk. March on, mighty men of old, Atlas is heaving and the waters are aflame with insurrection. Ben Franklin turned up AC/DC real loud and Paul Revere put on the mixtape as he rode through cobblestones and what-ifs. 

The minutemen lined up, locked and loaded pens. The plume gets more accuracy and range than the long rifle, so they’re standard issue.

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