The Tropics Of Cancer, Capricorn And A Smashed Face

Love Like Electrocution

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Not a crumb of dirt anywhere
we are all alone here and we are dead.
Not a crumb of dirt anywhere
we are all alone here and we are dead.
I am a prophet: more calamities; more death; more despair.
No indication of change anywhere, our heroes have all killed themselves.
We must get in step, a lock step.
Lock step, lock step, lock step, lock st