Amid the heat and the wrack, hot boots invested and cracked,
Poor candidates jacked into grey light.
An ultraviolet call summoning both poet and thrall,
Sweet catalyst for the acolytes.
Our heroes and martyrs (our heroes and martyrs)
Present two points of view.
(Tell me, what's the sense of heroes and martyrs?)
Which deity you're praying to?
Into a welter of night, flack rounds and roiling blight,
Cracked vertebrates stacked by the wayside.
An ultraviolet call summoning both poet and thrall,
The inveterate blind seeking daylight.
Our heroes and martyrs (our heroes and martyrs)
Present two points of view.
(Tell me, what's the sense of heroes and martyrs?)
Which deity you're praying to?

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