Piquetureske

Without knowing what you're fighting against:
These light poles and barbed fences.
Your father,
His untimely death,
Which should have occurred years earlier,
Maybe before you were even born,
Then another family perhaps,
Then six million souls finding god perhaps,
Then 6.4 billion without souls perhaps,
Then jackets and blankets and straps
Perhaps;
Perchance there was a fire,
Or a world war,
A bullet train to the brain,
Fixed income,
A retirement package.
Perchance we left you something good:
A candy recipe for some famous chocolates,
A branding while the iron was cold,
A dirigible.
Then imagine all the things you are fighting for:
Breath, room to stretch, clean water.
Then imagine all the things you are fighting against:
Public domain, private sectors, the known universe.
Then think about your father;
A man in a photograph,
A hospital bed,
A cigarette,
Intravenous liquids.
Then get happy and maybe dance around a bit;
You beat that down today.
Today you can eat fried foods.
Belittle a lesser evil.
Put on a pedestal a false prophet.
Engage in destruction.
Beautiful, pristine, never ending, perfectly blended, camera ready, soft lit, seductive destruction.
It's the most romantic track on this entire album.
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