they came from the north and they came from the south they came to put food into the children's mouths they came to walk the streets and came to fight they came to find those by the grace of dim light three minutes into rage and three minutes into drunk its papa if youre a man and papi if youre a punk just bullshit from role players and things we never did arms no legs of an angered squid the sun rolls over the horizon, the night is going to set we fell into the dying light and looked up at the sky wet the timing is everything,renegades have dominated the night no rain, sleet, hail or taking flight with the sun up the normal and the non-caring aboveground having nothing to do but listen to the sun going down begins the revolution thats been going on a hundred years when i die i know no one who cares will cry tears there is no revolution. there is no retreat there is no attack, no way you won't suffer defeat there is no revolution, there is no one to try there's no one out there who doesn't avoid the die the roll of the dice decides if it will be televised hookers walk up to cars and schemes are devised people smile and asked are you really very clever?? just enough to tell you the revolution begins never.Birth sign: Aries
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