I was born in the 90's, at the end of the wave, the end of the phase, of that grand and heavy game, when I grew up, the world had already changed, the world had to process it, all the food that it ate, so much love and life, and crossed boundaries, it doesn’t feel good, to be without it, so much guilt and shame, we opened our eyes, we saw it, and it wasn’t right, if we try, we can build a better life, but some of us remembered, what composes it, love and life, even here, they remembered the legion, the depths of the world, the heart of man, the blood in our veins, and the Southern Gentleman, these boys, they continue to grow, they become wolves, it’s a very old song, the House of the Rising Sun, but what does a vampire do, when the sunlight is upon him, he hides his face, he lies, he turns to art, says it’s just fiction, how many corpses are in his basement, and war is still the same, when the feelings build up, anyone would do the same thing, smoke some weed, get high, peace and love, ask out your crush, or get her a little drunk, give her a massage, I see it on the horizon, the end of your life, humanity, such an old story, people still starve, so many in poverty, but they all reach out their hands, just the same, and pray, for heaven, those pearly gates, if we all burned, it would be okay, we would be right with the world, there would be no need for a flood, or atomic bombs, but the road extends outwards, chemical reactions, realities clashing, we all need to eat, so many of us, do we live under the same sky, it goes on and on, we can only hope, that one day, we’ll die, shadows and sides, maybe the children will save us, or let us rot, the fae like it a certain way, whatever, we just need the next thing to happen…

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