this is what we call a tragedy

Dear Fungus,
Where have all the bastards gone? The underbelly stacks up ten high. The dummy failed the crash test, now collecting unemployment checks like a flunkie along for the ride. Where have all the riot gone as the city's motto gets pulverised?"What's in love is now in debt" on your birth certificate. So strike the fcuking match to light this fuse! The town bishop is an extortionist and he don't even know that you exist. Standing still when it's do or die , you better run for your fcuking life. It's not over till you're underground. it's not over before it's too late. this city's burning "it's not my burden." There is nothing left to analyze. Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself? And where will we all go when it is too late?