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Written by William Shoff
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Sunday, 11 May 2008 |
Oh America, don't you know that you can't live without me? Hate me, hurt me, burn me, but, the bonds that bind us be, Stronger than the winds of discontent calamity and revolutionary strife you need to know. We are your children strikeing, blind to you, but to the cosmos, winds and tides of change. Seeing, feeling, gut feelings, and the hand of the high, moves us, as yourselves, in whirlpools, lest you die. Do what you must, but understand the thorns that you have grown, and wreathed upon your worn brow are firebrands and seedlings sown by a stronger hand, that you can only understand by sacrificeing hate upon the alterstone of life.
Copyright 2008 William Shoff
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