We are crazed. Compassionately stupid in
Everything there is to be considered known
Let us gather then in the summer heat
On the blacktops above our fathers and grandsons
And run until we breathe blood, until we taste death on our lips
Then let us hold hands and take another step
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 3:53 PM UTC
We are crazed. Compassionately stupid in
Everything there is to be considered known
Let us gather then in the summer heat
On the blacktops above our fathers and grandsons
And run until we breathe blood, until we taste death on our lips
Then let us hold hands and take another step
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