He hears those towers teeter outside
and feels teeth grinding in
I AM BECOME DEATH DEATH
How can I escape,
the tyranny of
Please rot in your delusions
I've feigned this tranquil bay
While tempests
And by the throat,
you shoved your pride,
this forced disdain,
writhes inside
I've rolled my window down,
Streets breeze right through my hair,
I
And the world,
is turning - burning,
upon the hill,
your city's thriving
And to think
I once groveled 'neath your steep eaves
And to
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