They sing at night when it's quiet and still and you pretend you can't hear them.The song of the chains, the freedom from impossible decisions, the end and the never-ending of time. They sing of the one who is all and of nothing, but always there. And of being rodgered with burning pitchforks.
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Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...",
Tue 5 Feb 2013, 23:05,
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