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• Artiste: Mark Gunnery
• Titre: Destroy All Dreamers
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You who have killed our great-grandmothers with hopes and fears, desires and delusions men of great sacrifice to our holy allusion destroy all dreamers with debt and depression why are lan and doors(?) wondering about the sores blossoming purple on your skin she will disintegrate into the subway grate she's made of dust and blows off in the wind you who have killed all people of sacrifice wandering the lands far and near your hopes will beat you down until you're face down in the ground choking on the dust of your own ways the bed that holds you has held other sickness too you're one of many who have come before her breath on your shoulder reminds you of your mother her song you have heard many times before you who have used your body as a vessel fear and greed blossom in your chest you try to hold, desperate, to a holy allusion that blows like a feather in the wind the dreams and the feelings you started revealing are stacked so high they'll fall from your mouth nothing can hold them down not chains anchored to the ground the rust of which will show up on your skin you who are made of stars and ambition what will you drink when the river runs dry and no god on hire can make rain fall from the sky your status can't quench your thirst a pinprick of hatred turns into a green star and shines acidic in the northeast sky her ghost came to your bed to see if she could forgive and while you died she sang a lullaby