this is why, little beast. i'd lost my wings. don't ask me how i gained them back - the story is too unbearable. i trusted too long in false reassurances, believing as we all want to do when men speak of the national interest, that it's also ours.
serious delirious imperious weary us delirious ways
oh, it's a fine and useless enterprise, trying to fix destiny. that trail leads straight back to the time before we ever lived, and in to that deep well it's east to cast curses like stones on our ancestors. but that's nothing more than cursing ourselves and all that made us.
