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Grandfather lost his right arm, just shy of seventeen, his brother killed a horse to bring a doctor to the scene. His heirs believe their health care should be forever free, they yearn for shallow footprints from their wearing of the green.

How did it feel, when ruin was near and real? What would he say, if he were today to see the shadow games his growed-up children play?

Depression days, hard choices, moonshining to survive, his oldest took his prison time to keep the farm alive. His heirs they trust in government to teach us how to live, keep the folks away from Cokes and smokes to save us from our sins.

How did it feel, when ruin was near and real? What would he say, if he were today to see the shadow games his growed-up children play?

His father fought for freedom in the mud at Sayler’s Creek, his youngest battled Zeros at twenty thousand feet. His heirs take gender studies, safe at Land Grant U, learn their right to stiff the lender when the bills start coming due, the bills are coming due, the bills are coming due.

We think the light of love will greet us in the end, but what if it’s the light of truth instead?

How will it feel, when ruin is near and real? What will we say, when we leave the cave and see the shadow games, the shadow games, the growed-up children play?

How will it feel? How will it feel?