Burn fire. Breathe flak. Bask in the light. Seek comfort in shadows. Soldier on. Solidify the war cry. Impermanence is oblivious to your desires. You will be loved times ten either way. Kiss the moon. Suck on stars. Construct destruction. Dissect oblivion on a high wire. Pulse past the perfect rhythm. There is even more waiting in the galley. Take the wheel. The dream is real. Sanctify absolution. The turnstile spinneth. Tickets flutter in the wind. Grab your sacred hand. Lay five aces on the table. God and greed spill out your sleeve. Lick the chips. Salt and passion caress your lips. It’s the last defense. Only hallelujah waits beyond the gates.
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