So today I worked from 6.30am to 8.30 pm, I worked on 4 jobs..... a family got heat to their home, another family now have a working bathroom, two families now have a working sewage system to deal with their waste, and the last now have hot water to shower and wash..... I made all their lives a little better, the last job I worked under torch light to get the result the needed.. When does the tide turn, when do I get my result.. I live in a shed my reward a 4 pack of jack..poison in a can, then the news... The news, Chester Charles Bennington dead..suicide ...fucken what Another great voice.... for fuck sake why why why, Wasn't Chris Cornell enough..... Is no one listening? voices are dying to make us listen.. exclamating by death so we have to hear what they have had to say... but its not happening Why do they take it so far.. don't they know you don't have a voice when your gone. When you stop..., you stop making noise... The list is getting longer, the great voices are dying.. no one speaking No one is hearing though Worse still no one, no one listens now, no one listens to remember, no one listens to make the change. The voices they have made are now but ghosts on the wind, pictures with no substance, a feeling that once was and briefly remembered only in flavour when heard on the radio. We are but a race undermined and enslaved by our own advancement, to engrosed by our entertainment to really hear what the observers have to say, and as they dwindle to extinction, life as it once was will fade away.... RIP
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