litter up the countryside. it's like fifteen million fireflies. have eaten my eyes. they call it paranoia. but would you agree. the gunpowder scent that salts the air. is a little bit frightening? i can't believe what i'm hearing! can you believe what you're seeing? can you believe you're seeing bombs. dropping from the sky? to fall asleep to their lullablies. these shelters act as coffins here. the metal untact. the metal attack. i can't believe what i'm hearing! do you believe what you're seeing? do you believe you're seeing bombs? are you listening? why aren't you listening? to those that would survive: become a light for those who cannot shine. make more of love and less of lies. if this promise could be made good. we wouldn't have to knock on wood. you've inspired me. i always knew you could Gattaca he read until he knew the planets back and forth. his parents said, "that's not what he was put here for." and he tried to find a way to put perfection aside. but life is always hard when everyone is putting you down. these are days when your baby is born genetically perfect. blonde hair and blue eyes. (the perfect heartbeat). they'll see with nothing less than a perfect 20 / 20.
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