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You have been stolen by a man with no passion, but this boy's still got some spark left in him. And I'm always surprised by the look in your eyes, like a fresh-shot soldier learning she can die. And no matter where I am I can still hear planes; the dull sound of engines struggling in the rain. Despite my best efforts and everything you said: a loaded weapon set before me (Bring out your dead). This is a warning to my sisters and my brothers: one man's shadow is darker than other's. This isn't a victory, this is just my small world where everything I've ever learned is implemented and in turn, structure fulfills purpose for me. And no matter where I go I can still hear planes; the dull sound of engines struggling in the rain. Despite my best efforts and everything you said: a loaded weapon set before me (Bring out your dead). A schoolbook made for children becomes a funeral pyre; a jagged bolt of lightning; the old St. Elmo's fire. And this is not our death toll but a heavenly choir just getting higher and higher. This is a warning from one brother to another: some men's shadows are darker than other's. This is a warning to my sisters and my brothers: some men's shadows are darker than other's.

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from The Desert Years, released February 1, 2006

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