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What's The Purpose, Huh? Just a normal day. Everything in its place, and a place for everything. Hah! The Oranges march and disrupt. Citizens clash and kill. For what? Animals all. While the B17 stands silent with its bombs and guns locked forever, my lover loves me for the sheer joy of loving. Why not the rest of the world? What are they waiting for? There will be no millenium, just another year of history inscribed perhaps like a bible. Future generations will marvel at how stupid we were, For a lousy patch of dirt in a place called a country. So - get on with it, and believe in Ockham's Razor. |
Additional Notes:
This was originally written in 1998, after one of the riots in Belfast.
Ockham's Razor? Well...look it up. I believe there may be another spelling as
well.
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