Broken Arrow

Born to a world hell- bent to the straight and narrow
No one can confide to the bind of the hive mind
A new set, clad in broken arrows
Straight to narrow, narrow to straight
Like Houdini, born to escape
Pilgrims desperate in crusade
Against the parade of the all too familiar masquerade
Try to bend,
Snap, they break
The genesis and the rapture wrapped together
A new broken arrow breathes
To face the dawn of day.

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