69 Solution In Twenty Years From Now
In twenty years from now, I hope I'll still be there disrupting comfort and fighting tyranny. This weight on my chest, is it a blooming cancer? I'd ask the petroleum industry, but they're too busy smashing trees. I don't want to live for a man-made institution, my choices are important, my choices are real. I don't want to die because of man's stupidity. As air is vital it's toxic-ness is real. I'm not a tool for your killing machine. I'll never shut up, I'll never give up on all my friends. My sister is not a tool for your raping machine She'll never shut up she'll never give up on all her friends.
