The downfall of society begins with the individual.

Morning Poem.

I woke up early one morning, the earth lay cool and still when suddenly a tiny bird perched on my window sill. He sang a song so lovely, so carefree and so gay, that slowly all my troubles began to slip away. He sang of far off places of laughter and of fun, It seemed his very trilling, brought up the morning sun. I stirred beneath the covers crept slowly out of bed, And gently lowered the window, and crushed his fucking head.

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The downfall of society begins with the individual.

Morning Poem.

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