The Powers That Be

"Where are we going?"
Don't fret, sister, keep rowing.
"But I want to know," said I.
Patience, you'll have a chance to eat the whole pie.
"Are we there yet, J?" dare I ask.
Follow my task.
Anxiety chokes me, but not in a good way.
Don't be naughty, sister, now prepare for ballet.
"Is this the dance we have been preparing for?"
That's what rehearsal was for.
"Bolero?"
Olé.
"Set them on fire?" 
Flambé!

"Ne soyez pas injuste!"

Jamais, ma soeur.

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Cela leur a pris assez longtemps pour refaire surface.
"Well they need a purpose."
Être ici ne suffit pas?
"Being here is tough."
Cela ressemble à une excuse.
"You forget they never got to choose."
Ils ne sont pas les seuls à avoir perdu.
"They are the ones that did most."
Excuses et ruses.
"And you always think there's a quick fix."
Il n'y en a pas, ma soeur?
"Not this time, mistah J."

Eh bien, laissez-les sortir pour jouer.

​"Careful. Or I'll say I told you so."

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Popped those pills, what madness is this?
"Did you think those were gone? Who are we to be denied bliss?"
So an induced coma is what you are after?
"Careful mistah J, I'm a natural disaster."
In case you've forgotten--
"No I haven't, we are all rotten."

So what you seek is full control. Good luck.
"We all hate to be stuck, don't be such a cock."

Then by all means, participate.
"Let the flood out of the gate?"

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Tu es un dieu, n'est-ce pas?

"We all are, mistah J--after all that is what you sought."

Et le pouvoir est ce que nous partageons tous maintenant.

​"Then why that sweat on your brow?"

Ce n'est pas de la sueur, c'est du sang.

"Who's?"

Blue's.

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