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Behold: the truth of poverty. You’ve lied your last, now will the lady come with me? One thousand wooden cavalry. This is the end.

Injustice finds a home, I see. Injustice laced in every bitter breath you breathe. Belies your heritage of peace. This is the end.

On trial for all your lies and sinful hopes, you’re out of rope. And carry on your wayward goals, you hold and hold and hold. Behold the truth of poverty. This is the end.

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from The Dear Old Days When I Could Fly, released October 25, 2013

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Hello there. I'm called Slightly. I make what many call "Rock and Roll," and one man inexplicably called "Neo-Ecclectic Bimodal Chip Talk." If you are reading this, odds are you are a close friend or my mother. And that's okay. I'm no big deal.

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