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So I haven't updated this one in a while... how about some shitty poetry?! Enjoy... or not.
Subscription - Wednesday, December 14
Ruminating possible futures for
Something I can no longer recall
And in truth, could care less about.
It’s a story as old as time itself
But a drink or two inside
Will reveal the tenets of a faith
I no longer subscribe to…
So pray dear friend,
That these lessons may forge
New knowledge of a past too close
To let go of…
And too far away to be practical.
It is in this semblance of intelligence
I’m found wallowing in the shadows
Of a lonely evening.
And the recollection of misery and misfortune
Attach to the soul of an ordinary day.
Ordinary in the sense that’s it is too soon forgotten.
So stand tall agents "Black" and "White,"
Your duty belies a sense of
Fairness in a world without sight.
For ethical treatments of virtue
Hold up the night
With shattered supports and
False prophets speaking of solidarity.
It is in this we sleep...
It is in this, we die.
-Vicious J