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By Marshall R. M. Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2016 Aug 30 Comment on this Work [[2016.08.30.06.30.26492]] |
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What is duty? What is ought, should, or will? I resolve to be a hopeless case. I found an empty case, I found a loveless girl, I got a luckless love, now I know it's just another fuck, 'cause I'm old enough. I'm growing old and beauty remains young, full of elasticity and ignorance, all dressed in her Sunday best. I gain wrinkles in my mind and my bones begin to creak, I learn that it is just to be disgusted by this deserving rabble, this endless parade of comedic disgrace. I've got a message for you, a dirty bouquet for you; when the years catch up to you, when the wings are clipped from your back: You are not the everything you will have imagined. Most of you are insane and terrifyingly believe yourselves inane Like Pandora opening her box you leave contained that which you need most. Plural. I give to you, yourselves that I have nothing. I bestow my knowledge of this gaping nothingness upon your desperately welcoming heads. I have the benefit of experience, of knowing that it's futile and I give it all to You. I become the horrors of yourself that you can't see and I attach myself to your eyes (If I must make you blind before you see, then i'll dig my claws into your beautiful blue oceans and i'll die for all your sins, i'd die, i'd die, i'll die for you. I'll die, I'll die, I'd die for You. |