IGNITE LIFE. FIGHT.
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	(07/04/95 - 08/04/95)

In dawn hours        on the dock,
When the fires       are all dead,
The old tipplers     lie in shock,
Shorn of spirits,    of life bled.

Haunted horrors.     Grimy.  Smashed.
Taunted terrors.     Scorned and dreaded.
Daunted devils.      Hope's dreams trashed.
Listen, fellas:      Life's not fled.
       
Fighting fiercely    isa goddamned right.
Shout.  Cry out.     Assert your might.
Open your eyes.      Lookit the light.
Spite life's bite.   Ignite life.  Fight.