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the silence of whispering pines brought us to the end of the line, where if i stay asleep, i dare not peek. slit my fucking throat i don’t deserve to speak. i cannot, will not shake their hands. i ball my fist and take a stand. throw it high up in the sky, or punch them in their fucking eye. i'm not righteous, i'm an emotional wreck with no common sense, but i fight this. now meet me in the middle. i can, i will, i'll shake their hand. we might disagree but in the end their lack of exposure to anything different led them to grow up just being a bigot. down the rabbit hole they go, the echo chamber only stunts their growth. everyone knows that violence met with more violence leads to nothing productive. it proceeds with more violence, more violence, and more. this cycle’s got to stop, but so does right wing terror. the silence of whispering pines brought us to the end of the line, where if i stay asleep, i dare not peek. slit my fucking throat, i don’t deserve to speak. i'm tired from these restless nights, i could start a fight. i clench my fists and grind my teeth dreaming of a day with peace. the silence of whispering pines brought us to the end of the line, where if i stay asleep, i dare not peek. slit my fucking throat, i don’t deserve to speak. violence breeds more violence, but someone’s going to catch these hands if they don’t stop talking in their sleep. a woke world is one that we can only dream. i'm no expert, don’t come to me for answers, but communication is the only way forward. communication is the only way. we've got to talk, we’ve got to get down to the core of what it is that each other really wants. i'd rather die than live in a world where only you get your way. the silence of whispering pines brought us to the end of the line, where if i stay asleep, i dare not peek. slit my fucking throat, i don’t deserve to speak.
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