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Let the dream die. It's lost. You're done.
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Written down in the annals of history, we were the first created. The beasts and the feathered fiends come later after the ocean. The Garden of Eden is where temptation reigns. A serpent, crawling to lead you to a poison apple. Come down from Heaven. Come down to the level of original sin. "Are we not your favorites? Are we forsaken at birth? Are we not meant to seek for knowledge? What bastards, wrought on this earth." Give me the seed. Give me the dust I was born from and I'll plant hell in its roots. Are we done here? Are we done here? Are we done here? Are we done? Every thing I will do is all planned out before me. I cannot evolve if I stick to a map. Destroy it. Burn it to the ground. Become the new king. All hail the plagues. We are no longer righteous.
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Crashing into the democratic process, we emerge as patriots, bleeding red, white, and blue. My brother, conjoined at the rib. Pollux, shine your countenance. Separate towns from states. We'd do well to keep our chains tight around our necks. If there ever was an act of betrayal, you'd think Judas would roll in his grave. For thirty pieces of silver, you would think there'd be more than face to save. Bring up old blood. Bring up old storms. Bring up leeches. Bring up tapeworms. Isn't it time we settled this like honorable men? Knives out. Daggers drawn. Insight to the future: begrudgingly, I must ask you to submit quietly. The quieter you are, the sooner this will be over with. This land is sacred. You are not allowed. Hope is not a strategy. No matter what race you are, a hanging is a hanging. I am worse than a Vegas nightmare.
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Protect your galaxy. Buy into the threats of thresholds disintegrating. If it pleases the jury, throw me in the dungeon. I have grown accustomed to the dark. If I may, I would like to rid myself of all charges. I admit I have faults, but no one is purely exonerated. If it still breathes, we delete. If it still needs, we deplete. Force width into height. Project shadows and size. Every step is lined with landmines. No one's listening. You're not listening. The genesis of a world, reborn through fire. The charge of all intimidators is thus: Rain down your will like fire, crumble their will like stone. The orbits call for a white flag. The kingdoms call for a massive purge. The trumpets sound the horn of battle. With battery, we'll cease to be unanimous in our assumptions. Awaken to fire. Awaken to utter destruction.
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With sheer force of will, I'll stay awake. Nothing good comes from dreams. Nothing good comes from sleep. The world groans in pain, giving birth to new heavenly spheres. Your arms become immobile. You no longer control them. Turn me down and hold my eyes closed. Make a move once we're both alone. This is the sort of thing we try to avoid. Tie me up and tell me I'm wrong.
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There's a hole inside your mythology. We are bred to believe that we're perfect. There's a whisper, seeking approval. I asked the gods and they just denied. A handful of devious children. A church filled with demons in drag. Wolves fill the halls of government buildings. The streets are on fire with the blood of forgiveness. Instead of praying, we both know to go to sleep. Let the situation work itself out. Let it work itself out. Mission accepted. Mission aborted. Mission accepted. Mission failed. We all have secrets. Come clean. Don't hide behind a veil. All warlocks hail to the great and mighty Grand Sorcerer. He oversees birth, life, and death. Whether or not you believe you believe in hypocrisy, don't forget that laws will not hold water in this dead, archaic virtue we possess as government. Listen closely, letter-wearing prostitute, you think your knees are the only thing that will bleed? Suck the economy dry. War comes in a myriad of colors. We all have secrets. Come clean for once. We all have problems. They'll solve themselves.
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