Through a vast desert, into a private, fun deprived Jerusalem of your choice, on a donkey with hooves of stone, saddled up by the foes of the world we ride. Sick, tired, hungry but still courageous. Determined to loose our souls to the first person to claim it. Poised, armed in armani, crowned by Satan he shall be and you shall know his name by the way he flaunts his all but soulful soma to mankind as if though he knows something we don't. But he won't. Clouded by secrecy and lies the world shall tremble at his feet. Hope is what holds us to him. Hope that someday his appearance will seem a little less intimidating. But it won't. Through a loophole he escaped a million years ago and as the hole was sealed shut by his master a star was shot across the sky, signaling to all that this is the end. But the end is far from here and it's far from near. A world disguised as a rider in black, torn up by conflicts of a pointless manner, can never stand. Even so, all hope is not lost. There's a symbol on the back of this contraption, like a pair of horns, that implies a kind of virginal conception that we just can't afford. It's a magic show of stellar proportions. A feeling of ultimate altitude. An illusion of power and fortitude at the glance of which we bury our heads in our pillows and moan. Moan for the death of our loved ones, once strong, but now weakened. Powerless. All the leaves in the park that we watch in the dark. And the stones with the verses and portraits and the voices that tell us that we're getting near. They all seemed like good ideas at the time, but when the sun fades, we will cry even if we're tan. And when the Eiffel tower falls into the great big blue we will all be quite French. Nobody's safe, not even in a limousine, so we sing along to the parts we've heard before. We drag it out so it lasts, because we all want more. We trace it alone in the dark. We take it back to the store with our sneakers and we rush back to follow the devious advice of the figure in black behind the convenient store because it claims to have known somebody. Somebody that exceeds this life. We believe him because we wish it to be true and we hope that it will come true by sheer force of quantity, even though we have been told a number of times that the poor quality of our wish has doomed us all from the start. Gloomy as it may appear, this world, my friends, is ours to blow away.
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