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can you hear the awful drums? they're telling us that things will never          ever be the same again - so they beat, the exact same rhythm as the blood clogging my ears. let's take the method right out the madness, shall we?           laughter won't feel half as good           once the last bit of wine has left my throat; the sacred chalice shattered long ago. a tall man comes my way, hands and face           stained with ichor. oh, now i see that alien glow more clearly! it sits behind his eyes, sways along with the light reaching through the leaves outside.           oh, but i do wish, i wish, i wish that things hadn't ended this way. i wish the fates had reached           some sort of agreement, you see -                 in this matter between you and me. no point dwelling in what's gone, and i'm quite sure i won't be here long enough       to hear the last of the chants.               and you know, and i know you know               it would be rotten, rotten work any other way.
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Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
bacchante
can you hear the awful drums? they're telling us that things will never          ever be the same again - so they beat, the exact same rhythm as the blood clogging my ears. let's take the method right out the madness, shall we?           laughter won't feel half as good           once the last bit of wine has left my throat; the sacred chalice shattered long ago. a tall man comes my way, hands and face           stained with ichor. oh, now i see that alien glow more clearly! it sits behind his eyes, sways along with the light reaching through the leaves outside.           oh, but i do wish, i wish, i wish that things hadn't ended this way. i wish the fates had reached           some sort of agreement, you see -                 in this matter between you and me. no point dwelling in what's gone, and i'm quite sure i won't be here long enough       to hear the last of the chants.               and you know, and i know you know               it would be rotten, rotten work any other way.
you know very well that i can't stay
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Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
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