8963. I AM A BRAGGART

I AM A BRAGGART

I am America, and I am a

doomed braggart : my hills and

my valleys shall crumble, my

mouthpiece is an idiotic megaphone.

Listen to me now, and hear me out:

I never wanted this, I just grew tired

of the living, I spoke for the denizens

of the dark; I wove tales, I broke spells.

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There are only shadows left. The people

teem my sidewalks in delirium, a staggering

new-death of opaque approach. They are

know-nothings, and they twirl with glee.