it isn’t so easy as all the firemen would have you believe, tearing out the pages of spellbinding texts deemed too extraordinary for the populace to get their hands on in full, wasn’t it the last resort of a desperate man that brought down the highest altars of Christendom and beyond forever and ever amen? sweetie, who were you looking at just a moment ago, I couldn’t see them from where I’m sitting, it’s just a matter of curiosity, please no admonishment, when two dozen utility workers lost their lives over the marshall valley over the course of a week the newspapers stayed hush under the orders of the utility company which happened to be owned by the same men who owned the newspaper, a small group of vulture-headed dolts peering through tinted glass, their minds like devious easter eggs left unfound by the children from the year before, but they all know better than us and why shouldn’t they? it comes with the territory of owning bodies and hearts and minds which are, in fact, all one and the same, even with the girls passed out on the floor there’s always something a little bit more to take, it comes with the territory, having been stolen and passed down, father to son, when they know what’s inside of us but we don’t know what’s inside of them the only choice we have left is to beg for forgiveness, rebirth, and a small chance for a role on the winning team.