Cycles
I think the worst part is that I am never able to properly mourn.
Lancing, Maxwell, Sanjeev - before their deaths, they made themselves anathema to the city. And so publically, for political reasons (how I am coming to hate that word, "political"), one must pretend to be - if not happy, at least complacent - about their destruction. As if, in Sanjeev's case, one act of madness trumps everything else in our history together.
And then, as if to rub salt into the wound, we are asked to publically cry over spilt Basil. Not that I'm happy he's dead - of course not. But it's no secret I never cared much for him, and frankly I'm not convinced the city won't be more stable without him. But we all must put on the show, mustn't we?
And Aleksandyr has gone to Nashville, along with so many others. Into the den of predators, young fools anxious to make a name for themselves by any means possible. How many of my city, of my covenant, of my family, wear targets?
Lady, hear my prayers. Bring them home safely.
Lancing, Maxwell, Sanjeev - before their deaths, they made themselves anathema to the city. And so publically, for political reasons (how I am coming to hate that word, "political"), one must pretend to be - if not happy, at least complacent - about their destruction. As if, in Sanjeev's case, one act of madness trumps everything else in our history together.
And then, as if to rub salt into the wound, we are asked to publically cry over spilt Basil. Not that I'm happy he's dead - of course not. But it's no secret I never cared much for him, and frankly I'm not convinced the city won't be more stable without him. But we all must put on the show, mustn't we?
And Aleksandyr has gone to Nashville, along with so many others. Into the den of predators, young fools anxious to make a name for themselves by any means possible. How many of my city, of my covenant, of my family, wear targets?
Lady, hear my prayers. Bring them home safely.