"... the mass-produced hysteria of violence ..."
Human history’s there to prove The ways our spirits ever move: Outward, where they pick more fights – Inward, where they claim more rights
The last thing.
Saw her out back ...
He played out on Depressing street When he was just a boy; The life that he was born to Had a minimum of joy Their hope had been abandoned For a laboratory friend; And every day, in violence Someone’s stay came to an end He lived in squalor, shabbily And found that, as a teen … Continue reading "Depressing Street"