Maybe the good just runs out
You ever thought about it?
The hole will take us all out
But guess who takes the first hit?
Your phone will not deliver
Cause you can't eat the ethereal
And I'd love to make anything
But I cannot stand the new material
What am I supposed to cut out of this black cloth?
How do I fly from the flame like an anti-moth
I never signed on
for a course in dystopia
but we're all getting one anyway
guess you'd call that entropy huh?
In my darkest mind
the streamers of black
wind up every jot and dittle
lash it all to the rack
pull every particle to pieces
in my fantasy imperial
Start from scratch with a batch
of the new material
what
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