and maybe some how these moments will be revisted again in my dreams tonight
but i can only hope and pray these moments do not fade away from everything i've ever known.
distasteful desires are writhing inside you, demons strain to escape my head as i watch you
pick up the gun, write a letter for your son, a last goodbye, a shot, and she's dead.
difficulties may arise sometime in the next century
when we realise that in front of our eyes
our world is being destroyed
when this generation open their eyes and ears and start to see and hear again
surely they will take action against their oppressors?
a minority starts a movement.
a movement has the potential to sweep the world.
i'm stoned, reflective, contemplative, maybesad.
keen for a shower
before i go:
poppy franco i never really got to know you but from what i remember you were a funny man who loved his family. bro i wish we coulda been friends you seemed like a cool funny guy. your funeral was way sad but i guess it opened my eyes to a lot of stuff. made me realise that i need to get my priorities right. thanks for having my mum so that i could be born.
rest in peace
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