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I really like those lines but I never found the author. Someone know ?
( p.s. )
— heavy is the head that does not rest // p.s.
they don't shoot us anymore they're too scared that the day blood falls on the pavement we'll take arms once again and win they don't shoot us anymore but they kill us all the same they kill factory workers in their factory job, in their unemployment, in their retirement they kill women and their children and migrants in their boats and workers of all the world together under the same banner, the same gravestone, together inside the same coffin they don't shoot us anymore but they kill everything we ever stood for everything we ever believed in they kill our ability to fight back, they even take our death from us take our martyrs away, take our memories they take our brains and our books and our philosophers and free-thinkers they take the prisons they rot into and the words they left us they don't shoot us anymore but they have killed us a long time ago when they took university and the votes and the weapons when they pictured themselves victorious of a war we were the ones to fight in a time when they still shot us
decades of revolutions failed | e.d

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pretty plaything with a chest full of graveyard flowers
you were buried long ago, but you aren’t dead
( yet )
there are glass shards trapped beneath your eyelids but you must not cry
the world is already eager enough to make you bleed
( don’t encourage it )
from the words of oomf “why must we make two baddies fight when they could kiss”