Stand By Your Loved Ones Steady
Winter it rolls like a tank over spring leaves a smell there of fear and of dust Heartbreaking cries from the city outside and nobody knows who to trust People are nervous the lies hang as thick as the smell of burning hair and underground rivers of hate build in force and madness is in the air
So stand by your loved ones steady for this world is a world ruled by lies Raise a toast for the dead and the blood that they shed and a toast for those yet to die
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Savantism.
Thither as I look I see each result and glory retracing itself
and nestling close, always obligated,
Thither hours, months, years ~~ thither trades, compacts,
establishments, even the most minute,
Thither every-day life, speech, utensils, politics, persons,
estates;
Thither we also, I with my leaves and songs, trustful,
admirant,
As a father to his father going takes his children along
with him.
~~Walt Whitman
