From the heart. From the hearth. From the holy spirits of peace and joy. Marching. Marching. Marching. Stomping. Stomping. Stomping.

From the heart.  From the hearth.  From the holy spirits of peace and joy.  Marching.  Marching.  Marching.  Stomping.  Stomping. Stomping.

The hearty.  The pure.  The true.  The good.  The good season.  Celebrate.  Marching, marching, marching.

Flags waving.  Music blaring.  Freedoms flowing.  Heels stomping.  Fists punching the wind.  The flight must go on.  The fight must go on.  And on.  And on.

Introspection.  Fond introspection.  The flowering of the tender folk.  The season in the sun.  Selfless pride for self loving pride.

The tender and the good are to be saved and protected.  They are our tender.  Our good.  The good good.

The warmth of the season brings home the fiery need for all redemption.  The fires of the free to be and ruin must be free to be and ruin.  The devil must be ruined.  Hate the devil.  Hate all the little devils.  Hither and yon.  Up and down.  All around.  Out and in.  Hate the din.  Hate the sin.  Hate the blasphemy.

From the heart.  From the hearth.  From the holy spirits of peace and joy.

Marching.  Marching.  Marching.

In the grace of God.

The devils you know.  That’s what heels are for.

Marching.  Marching.  Marching.

Stomping.  Stomping. Stomping.

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