when they are finally put six feet under, it projects something that was never put under covers. the mind screens experiences of the deadly soul. here comes the chill of the cold. poking their head out of the dirt, taking their glasses out of their shirt. watching their little heirs runnin', playing and gunnin'. these visuals are copied. they take in whatever you feed. for you to nurture, with nature. reliquish what is taboo, and speak out what is the truth. look up, and ask where the all the stars go? look down, and find the solution in an echo. ''oh father, i thirst for more." [how they will turn out to be, we will never know. but as their guardian, and sole protector, we have a responsibility to teach them the best we can and trust that they will make moral decisions. instead we confuse them with love and hate. we tell them to love is to possess. and to hate is to destroy. we have become confused ourselves because mistakes have been made to and fro. i recommend everyone to take a look back when they leave the world. and decide if they are satisfied with how they left the world to be.]
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