pour me a glass of optimism and paint the world with peace. fetching moment of candle light weapons but that is only the beginning of struggling faith. tightly knit hatred caressed in the most elegant of ways. tied together beauty, cutting the circulation off at the knees. drowning capability, but we turn eyes and advert attentions away from democracy. filing away evidence, right into thee fire. casting black balls for white options and everything pure, not tainted with droplets of revolution. blowing apart minds and taking the pieces to build our defenses. defending the dishonest in the greatest of tenses. dancing to poverty and toasting too pain, black tie occasion and lethal gas in exchange. bombs blowing up and hearts torn to shreds. buttons being pressed and questions going unread.. pour us a tall glass of optimism please, for moments of chaos deserve much more than frailty.
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