Somebody follows a fake news story on the internet. Taking the story for real he becomes so wrought up that he dons his superman cape (my embellishment), grabs his firearm, and heads out to shoot some villain in righteous anger … or so he thinks. If it hadn’t been that the story fueling his ire was – now, how do I put this mildly – well, the story was a big pile of lies and, thus, our would be hero ends up being nothing more than just another gun-wielding ... moron? ...
Can you see the light
At the end of the dark passageway
Take me with you towards this light ...
Antony And The Johnsons
There is a black river
It passes by my window
And late at night
All dolled up like Christ
I walk the water
Between the piers
Singing
Oh
River of sorrow
River of time, river
River of sorrow
Don't swallow this time
For we all know the baby has expired
Long ago she was pulled from the mire
And no precious liar or well-wisher
Can return the love that was stolen
Oh
River of sorrow
River of time, river
River of sorrow
Don't swallow this time
Can you see the light
At the end of the dark passageway
Take me with you towards this light
Into the darkness passing over the faces in the river
Hear me!
I'm whispering in your ear!
Oh
River of sorrow
Oh, river of time
River of sorrow
Don't swallow this time
Oh
River of sorrow
Oh, river of time
River of sorrow
Don't swallow this time
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