Chapter 33: On the Topic of Choice

May 24th, 2010

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The Killer stands staring into the growing night as the Driver sits near the door making a case.

"This way is best. How long will a trial take? Years. The end will be the same. Action needs to be taken, but we can at least be merciful."

"Please," utters the Killer softly, "stop justifying. It will be done." He turns to the Driver with a compassionate look before stepping away from the lit door and into the darkness.

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The suit
tries to force my hand
My body's loose
like the change on the wind
and the truth
is that I realized my dreams
are coming true
right as I rip at the seams
Well that suits me

The bottle harvest is easy
You reap what has been sown
But walking outside every night
will tend to set you all alone
Well I don't know what I think of reasons
that don't want to make me agree
Speaking of the first and last
the middle never changes their seat

The suit
tries to force my hand
My body's loose
like the change on the wind
and now the truth
is that I realized my dreams
are coming true
right as I rip at the seams
Yeah, well that suits me

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