Because this revenge boat will forever sink,
If memory serves. Well, guess what, memory does not serve,
And you do not deserve the memory required
To store what exactly went down. On Grace Street, at the Shot-House. Your stupid friend and ten years ago.
That long walk home and that long line of fucked up shit
Between you and me. So then, Richmond,
We agree to forget.
About Virginia, on the whole. But here's the news:
Baby May is coming back. With Henry five years
elder, embracing. You better turn out to be
the city I want you to be, Richmond, for them.
Else I burn you down again.
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