All my young people, I hope you awaken. Hope you ain't sleep. Because death
creeps when your ears stay without life and don't beat. All I can hope is that my words touch your heart.
That can't happen when your ears turn dark. When I say that, I mean the way thick like mudd. Heed my words
and you'll see me make a thud on the door of your brain. Right before I go insane I wish to share a vision. Hopefully
one day as a people we can escape this prison or die trying.
-Melvin Jones-
(aka Solataire)
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