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Owned by torture's masked reactions 
Sold to traveller's disguise 
Waking to a pope gone mad 
And challenging the butterflies 
He rescued hearts from wasted time 
Searched his way through tale and rhyme 
Shotgun wed himself to sound 
And outran panic's speeding hound 
To end up back on top with endless soul to touch the hearts of more 
Turning reckless ghosts to heroes 
Turning guns away from war 
All in this own way 
Because this is his day.