For every move in the wrong direction, a sensible decision is renamed now radical. Because if they are not with us then they are against us, and I am certainly against us. No more vacant youth culture, a full scale rebellion. Take to the hills and forage and freeze to death. Revenge is all I care about. Covered eyes in dirt and soot. I’m still hurt and I’m still angry. You comfort suckle pride. I never sleep. You are home. I am abroad. You are a soldier. I am a suicide. Dancing on the graves of past lives.
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