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Dec 07, 2014 12:53

You,
with your self-righteous indignation,
Hatred and judgement.
You,
who cannot believe
your wrong.
You,
older and believing that your wiser,
Your dying
Were all dying.
But you will hopefully die first
By virtue of your age.
So I can live in a world without you all.
Without your judgements
And your lies.
Your inability to compromise.
I live on in the hope
That all you bigots
Narrow minded fools
Will die first
Leaving behind a world
With us.
A revolution
A breath of fresh air.
New ideas
And new cares.
It will happen.
Sooner rather then later.
You'll all die
And the values you hold
The petty things you hold so dear;
Will also die with you.
Leaving behind a world
With space for more fools.

me, my crazy family, ranting, poem

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