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They stole the love from our hearts to use as fuel for the flagship
took the kerosene from our lanterns to pour down the throats of enemy dragons
ripped out our hair to tie their nooses
used our bones to fashion their swords
and they built their cathedral from the ground we'd be walking on if we weren't falling through this gap in the earth
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Welcome to Post-modernia, population: fuck all
Headphones in place of dunce caps, litter the streets
the guillotine verses the paperweight
revolution 2.0; now battery operated and ribbed for her pleasure
copywrite the unwriten law, lest the enemies of Mr. Faceless write it first
Progress will destroy us
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Wholeheartedly yours,
The Good Reverend Dirtbag
Last edited by Flaming_Rat; 05-11-2007 at 03:26 AM.
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