Poprocks & Coke (a JFK / Lee Harvey Oswald Fanfic)

45: Isle of Flightless Birds

THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V

Monday 24th July 1999

John's Funeral

Arlington National Cemetery

After Harvey's identification of his younger brother, John funeral arrangements were decided a few days later. Those who still remained in the Kennedy family and those who could try to cope with another death within the family again, after the death of Jack's ex-wife, Jackie five years ago. Unlike, LJ's funeral that the eldest of the Oswald-Kennedy children did attend, he couldn't face saying goodbye to his youngest brother one last time. Jack and Lee of course attended, and so did Bobby and Ethel and their children and many others who were in the family also attended the ceremony.

Now is the climax to the story

That gives the demons and angels purpose

They fly around while we are walking

And mold our emotions just to please them

I am cold, can you hear?

I will fly with no hope, no fear

And the ground taunts my wings

Plummet as I sing, plummet as I sing

All we are is an isle of flightless birds

We find our worth in giving birth and stuff

We're lining our homes against winding roads

And we think the going is tough

We pick songs to sing, remind us of things that nobody cares about

And honestly we're probably more suicidal than ever now

If you decide to live by, what you think's wrong and what's right

Believe me you'll begin to wish you were sleeping

Your weeping will creep in your head and you'll cry

But if we wake up every morning and decide what we believe

We can take apart our very heart and the light will set us free

I am cold, can you hear?

I will fly with no hope, no fear

And the ground taunts my wings

Plummet as I sing, plummet as I...

How frustrating and so degrading

His time, we're wasting

As time will fly by and the sky will cry as light is fading

And he is waiting, oh, so patiently

While we repeat the same routine as we will please comfortability

Yeah, please don't think about why you can't sleep in the evening

And please don't be afraid of what your soul is really thinking

Your soul knows good and evil, your soul knows both sides

And it's time you pick your battle, and I promise you this is mine

(I promise you).

John's grave read:

JOHN FITZGERALD KENNEDY JR.

11/25/1960 - 7/17/1999
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*All rights go to: Twenty One Pilots
Written by: Tyler Joseph*