Sta.sh
I look upon your hands
and I utter a profound truth
"these hands don't lie",
it's not only you who can't
explain the truth.
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Let Them ComeJanuary, all was stillLet Them Come by ~Aborro
Every glimmer a double dose in black glass
In Febuary the shocks begun
Yet I compress my resistance and answers to speech
I am prepared
Just let them come now
I'm here, let them come now
I'm akin to a greek god
just a hell'a lot uglier
Let them come now
it's all about luck this time
Let them come now
Do you ever get the roles that you want
We stand up in rows in someone else's uniform
It's hard to say no, to stand against
But I am calm and barren and beyond all control
I am prepared
Just let them come now
I'm here, let them come now
I'm akin to a greek god
just a hell'a lot uglier
Let them come now
it's all about luc
MemoriesWe remembered my life, from the very earliest recollections, things I didn'tMemories by ~Aborro
have a clue I still, that I had ever, known. Every hour, every day, not slowing
or stopping until we reached those who had put me through hell... no, not hell,
we know that now, but they had made my existence worse, miserable, even.
Do we want them dead? We do not reply, not because I lack an answer, but because
I do not need one. A grin spreads across our blood-stained face, exposing
equally stained teeth.
We continue through my life, once again flashing past points that would have
interested any practitioner of psychology. There is no more stop until the
first rea
Monologue: Scratch ThatI had a friend who used to say "to think that we think we matter"Monologue: Scratch That by ~Aborro
I think he said that with regard to... aw fuck, scratch that-
I didn't "have" a friend that said that.
that's just something I said, in reality, it's just something I wanna say.
Well, my point still stands, I think it's insane when we think we matter.
Think about how many people you know, then how many they know... knew... and so on.
Do that until you reach the untold millions of people that have, currently do, and will live.
You still think you're worth shit? Yeah, well, then realize this simple fact:
The same thing we just did with people, can be done to planets, sola
economic history of britain"whoa, man, you look like hell"economic history of britain by ~Aborro
"oh, so it shows..."
"fuck yeah it does! but what is it that shows though?"
"oh, just some post-war stagnation, the great depression, three-day weeks and a winter of discontent"
"that sounds rough"
"oh, it was and is, really, i don't even know what and when it is anymore"
"wait, weren't all of these historical happenings?
"yeah, they were, all of them to britain"
"then how did they happen to you?"
"i'm, i was, writing about them"
"post-war... that the first world war?"
"of course, the second world war didn't have stagnation, it just had more shit after it."
"and the winter of discontent was..."
"th
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Longing 
