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Life will go on without me if it has to.
It may not be quite so rich...
But it will happen.
If you kill yourself it is not my fault.
And if you hate me... well, I tried to avoid that too
but I also tried to be myself.
If I don't come back
nothing will change.
Everything will go on as it has
for thousands of years.
Paradise will still be there
waiting to be discovered under a stone
in the hearts of the youth.
If they lay me to rest
I will still have done all I could
to make something better.
The message will always be there
as long as there are free minds to think it
and tender hearts to care.
And we may always be a minority
or one day, one far away, glorious day
just for an instant
we might win...
But if not
and if we all die trying
then we died trying.
And with my last breath
I will have a smile on my face
because I was not silenced
and I was not un-opposed
and I was not wrong in all I did.
One day death will sit upon my lap.
And in one way or another I will be silenced
but not by you.
Not by some mortal figure of authority.
Not by a man in a robe and a gavel (wig)
or a uniform and a nightstick.
But by the only thing that can...
That bastard, Time.
Who will almost surely cut short todays greats
before their work is done.
Time will kill Greg Graffin.
And Time will kill Jello Biafra.
And Time will kill me, just as plain as the thoughts in your head.
It is the only thing I will not fight against.
Because it is the only battle I cannot win.
I will die,
and things will carry on as they have to.
And people will keep doing what they must... what they have to.
And every now and then
one of us will find courage, voice, intellect and confidence enough
to stand tall and proud over the ocean of mediocrity that would drown them
and his or her voice will ring all across the earth
and burst in the ears of all those
who rape and murder
who turn a blind eye
who eat shit with a smile
who are paralyzed by their own fear
and who leave this all up to us to fix.
Maybe one day we'll smarten up
and just start looking after ourselves
and we'll create utopia
with big cast iron gates
and leave you outside
the way you leave us outside your considerance
with your staring
and glaring
and harsh, disparaging words.
And you can see what it's like
for once in your short lives (all our lives are so short, don't you see?!)
to be on the outside
looking in.
Yes.
Life will go on without me when I am gone.
And I shouldn't
but I do
care
how things will be after I am gone.
For now, I am alive.
And I am not going to let
anyone
forget that.
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