“The Next Generation is the First”

I tread the streets, alone and damp, the dark night siphons
any and all light into oblivious hypocrisy, making my
journey through the hallowed ground that represents the
aftermath of childhood carefree lifestyle clouded and ancient.
The days of loitering and nights of hysteria are gone,
becoming nothing more than old thoughts and memories
upon a transverse and outdated stretch of time.
The efforts my brethren and I went through to become
legends are not forgotten, however the godlike status
we so desperately craved has long been extinguished,
and has become something a new breed has claimed their own.
Our methodologies and unique view on chaos and endurance
have essentially been stolen by a new group of “anti-social
classless misfits” who have taken everything my friends and I worked so hard to produce, and has been replicated and redone under the banner of an enemy flag.
Our pranks, slanders, and general outlooks have been reproduced
by these so-called innovators, leaving the original gang elapsed into the bleak and substandard dirt that our homes at one time rested on, with no possibility or opportunity to regain our composure and retain our rightful crowns once again.

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About Robert L. Franklin

Ah, the About Me section - social networking's excuse for you sounding like an elitist prick. Hmm... what to say? What to say?
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