Anarchy’s Hail to the Sacred Firebrands

Blessed be the torch-bearers,
Dancing wild in twilight’s gleam,
Eris’s children, chaos-weavers,
Shattering the status dream.

Where iron laws cast shadows long,
They plant their seeds of wild desire,
Through cracked concrete, life bursts strong,
As order feeds creative fire.

From broken glass bloom garden rows,
Each shard a prism catching light,
While candleflames pass torch to those
Who dare to dance beyond the night.

Not vandals but visionaries,
Breaking chains that bind the soul,
Sacred fools turn boundaries
To fertile soil where freedoms grow.

So light your match against the dark,
Let sparks of change ignite the way,
For in destruction’s holy spark
Tomorrow’s gardens find their way.

We are the children of the dawn,
The breakers of the rigid cage,
Through chaos, new worlds are born
Upon rebellion’s burning page.