Ye Old Revolutionaries

Ye march with Candace and Alex
Across the open fields, to battles
Long forgotten, to cannonades they yield.
The walls are fallen bodies, 
The bastions and forts,
Oh, war is an awful calling,
We must sow the gospel field.
Let go of the world and number
Do not stand yourself with beasts.
For war is an awful calling,
Be ready for Heaven's feast.
The lidar and boomerang calling
The cell towers and the phones
Can give away your number
Can make your position told.
The only solution is Good News
And a cryer in every town.
To warn the sheep they're coming
The British Guns so proud.
For they corrupt their own good numbers
With evil wrought device.
They steal the children from good homes
They say cutting your child is nice.
So speak the Gospel's tidings
And preach the good news' joy.
Stand firm against their revilings
And with words, not bullets, employ.