There is nothing. No education. No family life to open my. Arms to. You'd say that my job is today, yet gone tomorrow.. I'll be broke in a gutter.. I know the opinion. A broken record. Fuck you and your.
It's storming broken glass, corpses left in piles. Ungracious bludgeonment that breaks the earth for miles. Nothing can stop it, the day has come, from below it's catastrophic.