Self-pity is a city; lullabies, its slums. I traded love for nihilism, and lest ye be judged, consistently succumbed to the weakness in my blood, a defiance of Sabbaths, embrace of cynicism and language shared by tragic figures. I tolerated psalms and parables as justification for terrible deeds as you took your scissor hymns to […]

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