windows we could jump from

 

the absolute

 

BECAUSE EVERY MOMENT IS THE PERFECT MOMENT TO FUCK UP THE OPPRESSORS

 

belief is the weapon of the desperate

and the grass all dead and the

weeds spilling across the driveway

no sons of ghosts no

need for lies

sunlight on faded flags until

the idea of america becomes

                               confused

i have my own theories about

who needs to be killed

i have a headache

three in the afternoon

end of july

and the air too thick to breathe

don’t make a sound

don’t waste your time on prayer

call this place

you’ve arrived at the ocean

or call it the desert

and then consider the need for rain

park in front of the apartment of

a girl you used to know

and then wait

five years becomes ten

ten becomes twenty

don’t let your children

catch you growing old

don’t be afraid to consider

suicide from time to time

in the end you can only

reject your despair or

embrace it

ALL POWER IS ILLUSORY, ALL TYRANTS WILL DIE

 

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burying witches, burying kings

 

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[It sounds like razors in my ears]

 

abandoned the baby in the city of dreams

 

all my life i been confused

 

and none of us, anywhere

 

cathedral of pale grey rain

 

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always electing the enemy

 

the kingdom of absent light