Organized crime

Doth the working man suffer

God given duty

Swinging alone on the wings of a song, while I lie insecure, self righteous and sure

What happens now

A lot of nothing over and over and over

Your age will most probably carry away the letters enveloped in carrion. Vague unpleasantries of the war

You can’t take a man away from his children

Widows walk

Georgia’s Stalin has fallen.