we are gods speaking in
ever-expanding circles of
sorrowwe are saints on fire
in a sleeping village
no hesitation before the
trigger is pulled,
no regret,no thought of fucking up the future
knowledge is not a given,
power not a solution,but would you give it up if you were asked?
would you sell your lover
if
the price was high
enough?
takes a lot of effort not
to be a whore
a pimpa mouthful of poisoned blood
takes a false prophet to
see how many
corpses will be necessary
fora future without enemies
build your kingdom from
the bones of butchered
children andunderstand that the fall of
empire has already been set in motion
understand that the dead
will all
eventually be forgotten
that you will be there
soon enough
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