HAPPENSTANCE, MEET CIRCUMSTANCE
Well you've gone and given
it all away again and now
there's nothing left. Your
babies are gonna' starve,
and it's all because of you.
I found a cadaver stitched
to your fence, but couldn't
figure out a thing. Was it a
figure of speech you were
trying? Some semblance of
metaphor; a simile without
like or as? Why don't you
just come out and say it
instead? The world has no
order. Nothing makes sense.
Things are always set to be
deconstructed, and all we
ever do is give meanings
new to the same old things.
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