May we have the moment of silence for all the lost souls.
May the demands of the capital humanity bring death amongst the teen scene.
May a sudden storm send hellish percussion down and out through god's forsaken restlessness.
May the young and sedated feel a little something, something; says, the weary old souls of this planet.
May the parted and young hunger for the wonders of college, somewhat singled and related to a historical sense.
May my mother soothe the pains of the nature and the nurtured that they will sleep tortured soaked sun-drenched in soot.
May nothing come in between us,
May nothing that's comforting during the ground level zeroing in on one screaming burned out cigarette, a little wet from the hail.
May is over.
Certainty is complete.
Finnish run aways back to new zealand and alaskan ventures.
Embrace the vehement.
Greve in silence.
For we are alone in everything we do.
Individualism shall not be undermined.
It is hellish and visual.
Liberating, i would know.
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