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Keith Buckley from Every Time I Die is very simply amazing.
Enjoy
Don't try to resist. You're coming with us. Provisions are made.
Accomodations are met. Your words are encoded in the bleak genetics of
the mob. Praise Apocrypha--omitted offense--to relieve us of guilt but
not of our sin. We've sacrificed discourse at the feet of your clever
turn of phrase. Now you owe it to us. We demand to be taken aback. To
be shown the revival of hope for which your words are responsible.
Oh, it's the end of the line. I'm cornered by a precedent; the sneering public eye.
My job here is done.
My job here is done.
You're fucking welcome!
Retract the accolade, the candid acclaim. Inspiration is cutting its
loss. Regurgitate headlines or a theory on modern art. You've been
fooled again. The red herring's a joke.
I tried so hard to tell you that I've tapped the well dry. But there's no word.
Stay wistful and young. The affected are banking on oblivion -in the
drone of embittered hope- and we're sold by the way they wrote it.
Oh, it's the end of the line. I'm cornered by a precedent; the sneering public eye.
My job here is done.
My job here is done.
It is better to destroy, than to create what is meaningless, so the picture will not be finished.
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