World War in the Working

October 10, 2006

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More than ever, today I see for what it’s worth, too little too late, maybe we can share the wealth in the next life.

Time heals all wounds, but I’ve never been one with time, and I preserve the past like an expensively rare relic worth nothing to anyone but me and a select few unspoken for. And maybe they’re the lucky ones, ignorant to our post-apocalyptic society, expecting the worst and hoping for nothing, who will throw the first nuclear stone?

Tell the new generation what it means to be free because they’ll probably never know.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist