and another one's gone
and another one's gone
and another one bites the dust.
but not really the one
because the one doesn't bite dust
the one creates it
so we wave goodbye to all the dead gods
so much faith put in to a projected fantasy
as we realize
so much
but especially that there is no other
one
there is no two
just one
forever in a room
pacing around an oriental carpet
or sitting in a lonely chair.
imagining the whole damn thing.
he is getting bored.
time to wrap this fucking show up.
watch out.
things are gonna start moving.
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