Let’s talk about it. Guns never solved nothing. They only create
The end is the beginning. Be prepared.
My people have beliefs as full as the Grand Canyon, They’ve been taught to dream as high as it is high, And to fear as
Fly butterfly, fly. In the past you slugged Across the wood to catch some leaves. You painted yourself colours that would shrug Off the creatures
Dear all of you living in the 21st debauchery Of feel good madness, zombies gawking at shiny blocks Of plastic, which spew tonnes of nothing
“Or” is quite a peculiar word: It includes everything, yet excludes some of them. It rows the boat forward And helps it stall sometimes. It