Libre (Free)
Nacho libre quantum leap,paints red and white
the good fight we keep.
Green Panther eyes that
make all villians weep,
sutured face mask hunting,
grasping them to heap
by their hearts fainting
blood of the red satin ropes,
writhing muscles grapling
them as lost in their fighting,
all them caped demon dopes.
If the good and the evil
were ever so ever pressed,
impeccable golden warrior
against the denizen devil
he to be so suppressed,
the right fight heeds not,
as with the knights of armour,
the fight heeds not to rest.
For here is their surrender
and we have it as proof of the test,
the power that flying crosses
really does them in the best,
and we are libre, libre
after that bloody mess
as they are torn asunder,
obliterated across my chest,
because this theological solution
is at the behest of our salvation
and it is our only sacred quest.
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