we were youngWe were young and courageous.We always stood proud.We showed off our scarsand our nightly terrors,shouting our pain into the world.We knew they would be easier to slay this way,- Oh, how brave we used to be.But when we got older and wiser,We started to hide.We put on masks and decorationsmade of pretence and petty lies,too afraid to be ourselvesOh, the stupid cowards we have become,existing instead of living, cowering in fear.
deeper than your skinWe live in a sad and broken worldwhere everything "damaged" issorted out, simply thrown awayand as a "zero" you're only worth somethingif it describes the size of your pantsIt is an evil and twisted worldwhere "beauty" is solely definedby how many of your ribsyou can count through your shirtand nobody bothers to look anydeeper than your skinWe created and live in a worldwhere "art" means naked womenin pornographic poses and notthe time that silently passes in paintings,but the only thing that mattersare how high the sales are anyways.
Devious Comments
it should rather show random attendees each time you visit.
This is pwnsome!
This module should be for every country.
-nodnod-
I want to see the Parisian deviants. ><"
And damn right, Ollie, moar, always moar!