A gothic government

 

 

1984 was a gothic government pipe dream that wrote about technology that didn't exist at the time.

It was still right.

Now the darkness has been tarnished by comparisons to the corrupt government.

For it's lost purity makes even the stars weep.

Rout to work

 

 Spinning down the twisting and turning corridors of the liminal space that

is now your rout to work, you hope. 

You pray.

You really wish some of your coworkers would make good on their threats to quit and find new jobs. 

Pains will it away

 

 

Long and low, the anguish calls deep.

So deep you can feel it in your bones.

Other pains will it away.

Fortunately the lesser pains are easier to heal. 

As the Sky Falls

 

Falling and wavering wildly, as the sky falls.

Never fearing only leering, as the sky falls. 

Healing harlots spinning wildly into the night forever.

As the sky falls. 

The church requests

Walking, walking... Twisting, turning... 

The church requests that you no longer take worms from the graveyards to use for fishing. 

They work hard and deserve better. 

With kindest regards,

The Translator