I'm of the opinion that it's disgusting to call this man a hero and revere him at this point.
People should have been giving this man a chance far before this happened. But because he was homeless he was likely ignored and treated like shit by society up until this incident.
Thank goodness he died in this incident, otherwise people who are calling this man a hero might have actually had to show him some love and perhaps support or help him get off the streets. It's pretty obvious that they'd much rather have him die and then revere him than have him live and have to show him love, affection, kindness, or humanity.
A moment of silence... but not one moment more The dead are to be forgotten, we are here to be...adored
Look me, in the eyes, don't believe a word they say For life is good, life is glory, though we live, one life only Tell me, in real time, don't hesitate to profess Love me, in the flesh, don't wait ˜till death to sing my praise
A moment of silence... but not one moment more The dead are to be forgotten, we are here to be adored IN the bleak life and modern times, Under grey skies and electric light Mortal men are living gods, More real than any God ever was
Adora Vivos - Our people are civilized... Love the living while they're still alive Adora Vivos - Our people are civilized... we shouldn't worship the dead.
In The bleak life and modern times, Under grey skies and electric light Where the living still walk the earth alone, more real than any God ever was
In bleak life, (We are realer than gods!) - More real than any God ever was In modern times (we are realer than Gods!) - More real than any God ever was Under grey skies and electric light, we the living still walk the earth alone Where mortal men are living gods, more real than any God...ever was.
A moment of silence, (for the dead) but not one moment more They've all gone to be forgotten, were still here, to be adored
Look me, in the face, and don't believe a word I say This life is hard, this life is lonely, and we are here, for one night only See the pain, in my eyes, the defeat, of my age Feel the urgency of time, and don't wait ˜till death to sing my praise
A moment of silence (for the dead), but not one moment more The dead are to be forgotten, we are here to be adored If you're waiting for tomorrow, save yourself for another day But if you're living in the moment, don't wait (˜till death) to sing my praise
In The bleak life and modern times, Under grey skies and electric light Mortal men are living Gods, More real than any God ever was