A Dream Amendment of Freedom of Ideas by Poetic Shield and Poetic Sword! c/s

Red High Alert? Sure like the District
Montmarte how I miss You from those Days
when Irks were so Sweet yet not the Muse
who Soupault followed a NIght in Paris...
It is She! a Verse become Militant Love
by Poetic Arms to Accuse. J'accuse!
Their Dream my Nightmare my Dream
Their NIghtmare. It is all Equal Zero.
A Zero with no End in Sight to Times
to Times Rein of a Gallup  in Meter.
A Creed for TITLE 7 Heroics!
Las Sieta Leguas el Seis de Octubre.
I say that this Paper once Read is Ore
(Gold: Au: Autism) Who tore it from Me
matters Not for its Redeemed in Flowers
of Youth Bent by Forbidden Dreams to Live
against the Bullet of Time, LET THEM GO!
Between the FIrst and the Second, a New
Amendment of Freedom of Ideas
by Poetic Shield and Poetic Sword. c/s