Glory from Form Rank by FORM RANK

culled from the faction
authentic and mundane
a penchant for submission
never quite explained      
primitive in theory 
proximate and crude
a parable of malady
white and blue

talk about liberty
what does it mean?
provisional freedom
unkempt and unclean
am I awake?
or am I asleep?
imprisoned within
what is left of me

knock down, drag out
face down in mud
chewed up, spit out
this can’t be won
cannon fodder
lights out for you
death in the air
we’re not the same
glued to the past
we place this game
blind allegiance
let that flag wave

pulled from the action
pathetic and sun stained
a merchant for attrition
never more ashamed
images of glory
obstinate and skewed
a burial of tragedy
of light subdued

• 77
• Oi! Punk
• Punk
• hardcore punk
• oi
• punk rock
• Los Angeles