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In my sweetest dream,
there are a thousand clones of me
collapsing amidst a genocide
waged without a rhyme or reason.

In my sweetest dream,
there are a thousand clones of me
contorting inside a labor camp,
all gassed without a proper hearing.

In my sweetest dream,
there are a thousand clones of me
molesting the ghosts of ancient souls
who fled with ample rhyme and reason.

In my sweetest dream,
heaven is a library
and every audition is a primal scream session ...
and there I am, BNM'd
with a picture of me sobbing without spectacles
at the world I've spent a lifetime murdering.

(With each rush of endorphins, divine intervention.
Some deem it distortion, but I'm at attention ...
and it isn't it up to me to design
every guardian angel's disguise?)

Watching tits to numb the sorrow;
eating Ritz like no tomorrow.
Watching tits to numb the sorrow;
eating Ritz like no tomorrow.

(And it isn't it up to me to decide
whenever the Word preaches personal pride?
And it isn't it up to me to identify
any old prophecy as a waiver signed in case of deicide?)

'Twas a damned good year.
'Twas a damned good year.
once again, I'm quite the lucky man ...

(Great commission: Holding my breath 'til blindness or death.
Good luck!)

... but good luck is just one more thing that you can't fuck.

(C) 2018 Made to Make Music

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from Debt and Quandaries, released May 1, 2018

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