What Ghost is This?

Figuring axioms

Into the corners

Drifting into your dreams

Unable to depart to the planet of werewolves

Silly but I know

They wanted me to lead them

Can be arranged by a glockenspiel

A figure of divine intervention

Fighting in the territory of the subconsious

Rescinding the results of battles

With the wave of a wand

Cancelling the points

Becoming WARRIORS, SON.

Sliding out of all the traps

Escaping the weasels of the wires

Turning the surveillers to my side

Blowing up the punk scene

What ghost is this that eyes me?

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