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Dreaming of the DayI wish my heart would finally stop... that I would never again wake up.
Make this filth go away. Wanting, yearning for my breathless day.
Sound asleep dreaming. Forever and a night.
Lying cold. Serenely. Waiting for the light.
Crying nightly as a child, wondering... what's this all for.
Searching for the answers. Waiting to open death's door.
My heart pounds like thunder.
To give me an answer.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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