fickle mother fuckers cannot last the whole dark night.
screaming for the pain to come and cleanse them of their right,
to retribution,
to repercussions,
and to various other things.
they whisk away around the world on oil covered wings.
some men try to chase them,
demanding things done true.
most me can't be bothered.
those men are me and you.
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