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Today I grieve
A mother lost
Not the first
But the name
White History
Will remember
I must admit
I loathe The Rules
Of this game
We never wished to play
Writ large
In innocent blood
One of ours
All of yours
Today I grieve
A mother lost
Not the first
But the name
White History
Will remember
I must admit
I loathe The Rules
Of this game
We never wished to play
Writ large
In innocent blood
One of ours
All of yours
A frantic, seemingly disorganized
and scattered flurry of dots,
in unplanned figure eights
against a foreboding sky
My thoughts follow their flight path
Sudden turns and wholly unpredictable,
and also against dark grays
The state is mixed
What is becoming?
A frantic, seemingly disorganized
and scattered flurry of dots,
in unplanned figure eights
against a foreboding sky
My thoughts follow their flight path
Sudden turns and wholly unpredictable,
and also against dark grays
The state is mixed
What is becoming?
Today I will perform necessary maintenance tasks and start fighting my way back up the cycle. Give me back my mania, you bitch.
Today I will perform necessary maintenance tasks and start fighting my way back up the cycle. Give me back my mania, you bitch.
Yeah, that's the best I've got right now.
Yeah, that's the best I've got right now.