I wonder what
they will say about me when I am dead and gone I
imagine my obituary will be heavy I’ve
taken on mythological significance in certain quarters because I corrupted god’s will and made an abomination
of my heart the searing light of reality
brings old lies and fractured truths into sharp relief pitiless disclosure leaves no place to
hide I’m that terrible man who feasted on people’s dreams and then sold them down the Swanee I’ve
done some terrible things but never by intention things went wrong things went horribly wrong it’ll say so on my headstone
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