...choices. ( The word rots in his mouth, blooms into sores, stings. He thinks, they have been the architects of perpetual, inescapable disaster, never-waning. Thinks too, they have not emerged the better for it. )
We have made choices for others everywhere. ( At each step, each opportunity. What has it brokered them? ) Look what we have won.
( Closed doors, sterling madness. Men entertaining whores or destruction, or their own hubris. No one heeds them. They barely heed themselves. Bloodshed is the only currency that seems to sate all those who cross their paths. )
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...choices. ( The word rots in his mouth, blooms into sores, stings. He thinks, they have been the architects of perpetual, inescapable disaster, never-waning. Thinks too, they have not emerged the better for it. )
We have made choices for others everywhere. ( At each step, each opportunity. What has it brokered them? ) Look what we have won.
( Closed doors, sterling madness. Men entertaining whores or destruction, or their own hubris. No one heeds them. They barely heed themselves. Bloodshed is the only currency that seems to sate all those who cross their paths. )