Vitality

Former glory and the sharpening of nails has never before stopped me. All the more vital for all the clowns and capers when it means a morality meal and thanks to no one. The cats in the cradle have begun their ascent to the top of the pile and I know I will watch as they scramble and claw at the very things they hold dear, and realize the deadly game we all play every day, and for something so grey it seems very odd, the shouting colours and the bright voices I haven’t heard since my childhood should begin to assault me with whatever gusto they see fitting. And a fitting end will befall me, I pray tonight, as I discover the true nature of truth and the sinister lies truth begets.

The End

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