Firestorm, My Ass

Heard a song and I counted out loud the two-steps, the goose-steps back. back from square one, from where we'd just begun, and then it rang a bell-but is this kristallnacht or what the fuck is y Lan? would you care to expand? and I don't deny the choice, but I defy you as the voice of anything I've stood for in these past 9 years, I've conquered the nurturing and found that anything worn quering is powered, built and backed by fear, not by fact. and having said that... meat is still murder. dairy is still rape. and I'm still as stupid as anyone, but I know my mistakes. I have rized one form of oppression, now I recognize the rest. and life's too short to make another's shorter.