Church is kind of empty these days and no one seems to mind.
484
The car's roof had large, uneven spots--a paint job gone wrong. The windows were dingy and dusty and the brown paint was faded, speckled, even rusted in spots. A pair of black and white dice hung on the review mirror. Decals of playing cards, the Queen of Hearts and the Ace of Spades, were on the passenger-side door. She could see a black top hat on the back seat, along with a stuffed duffle bag.
She walked around the back of the car and smiled at the license plate: MGCMAN
This was the magician's car, and she was surprised he parked it this far away from the building, out in the open. She glanced around the parking lot, but he must have still been in the store.
So she leaned against the trunk and waited for him.
She walked around the back of the car and smiled at the license plate: MGCMAN
This was the magician's car, and she was surprised he parked it this far away from the building, out in the open. She glanced around the parking lot, but he must have still been in the store.
So she leaned against the trunk and waited for him.
483
I see all the suffering
There's nothing I can do
No amount of willpower
will ever see this through
I look for superheroes
for any saving grace
But still this world's fallen
A broken human race
Our poets talk about this
beauty in the breakdown
as if we should admire pain
I'd rather cure the town
There's nothing I can do
No amount of willpower
will ever see this through
I look for superheroes
for any saving grace
But still this world's fallen
A broken human race
Our poets talk about this
beauty in the breakdown
as if we should admire pain
I'd rather cure the town
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