Across muddy fields, the whistle blows, calling men to the mill, withered by hunger and…
Every bullet that finds its markis one universe less that sparkles,one ingredient shornfrom the collective dream.
I just want to know,There’s something…Something is hidden in this creationThere’s something…Something is like…
Do you ever have a feelingthat nothing else matters?Why do anything otherthan try to avert catastrophe,the collapse of civilisation?I see…
strong men don’t fear strong womenstrong women don’t fear strong menstrong women…
What wise forefathersonce gave, Gucci-loafered fauxfathers take away.
Blood on groundBlood on your handsSecond amendment lawIt’s all you care