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He said no, not today. Lying down for their feet had become all too familiar. It wasn’t the waffle patterns on his head that drove him crazy; it was something from the inside. That worm that every day, made its way another inch, slowly breaking the surface like a canon. His canon was pack and primered with desolation. They gave him the fuse, and told him the spark would wait until he was ready. he dared the sky and clouds to fall, he defied them. He watched those shadows, whom leaked and traced their ways through the cracks in his wall. They came for him, with their baskets of malice and hate. He said no, not today, not anymore.
He cried for the heavens with sour notes floating in shallow water. With a spear through his heart and a thought through his head. We watched his crash take stagnant liquid commotion. We watched him deloused in angst. The trigger was always in the corner of our eyes like a rancorous talon slicing the underbelly of obscurity. And they slipped, and we fell, faltering in his entrails. Believe he who cries death, he carries his message of redemption heavily. So we shot him, we killed him and laughed. We danced and sang and forgot about the world. Our notes now drifted into obscurity upon amber lit floats. He said no, and he faded.
He cried for the heavens with sour notes floating in shallow water. With a spear through his heart and a thought through his head. We watched his crash take stagnant liquid commotion. We watched him deloused in angst. The trigger was always in the corner of our eyes like a rancorous talon slicing the underbelly of obscurity. And they slipped, and we fell, faltering in his entrails. Believe he who cries death, he carries his message of redemption heavily. So we shot him, we killed him and laughed. We danced and sang and forgot about the world. Our notes now drifted into obscurity upon amber lit floats. He said no, and he faded.