"A chance to be spiteful."
Everything must go.
It doesn't matter how, or why.
Your necessity is our inconvenience.
And for that, it will be taken from you.
No more will you hunt Buffalo in these hills.
We're building a shopping mall.
This, all that was yours, is ours.
You cannot practice your dark magicks here.
We've seen where you hide the bows
and the feathered arrows of indiscretion.
And we have taken them for our own.
You have no defenses, fool boy.
Surrender or die.
So I'll take to the skies and pretend you never existed.
The hot air of your ego is the wind beneath my wings
And I shall shit upon your hats. |
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