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Knife Wound (Live from an Underground Bunker to the Last Bastion of Humanity on This Earth)

“Come in, we’ve been expecting you! The war was over hitherto. Let us take you to your room. Your flight’s tomorrow, I presume?” they said, and let it all come down; they watched and let it all come crashing down. We rode down to the harbor, and let our heads fall underneath the water, red with blood and warm. The sky lit up like lightning storms, all orange with the smoke and fire as we burned so we could give their people what they earned; an all-expenses-paid-trip straight-to-hell “Wish you were here; I hope you’re well. I hope you got there safe and sound” they said and let the ship come crashing down.

Now we are all sons of bitches, and I guess that makes us brothers, sisters unto one another, in a way.

All those who rise in solidarity, run; you’ll all just get gunned down one-by-one. Who dares, wins because they have the biggest guns. Don’t kid yourself; they’ve already won. The vivid things, the savage things we’ve done, or allowed to be done…God damn us, every one. God damn us, every one. (Shut the fuck up, it’s not over yet. Ok, now it’s over.)

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