Alan Moore - Journal: OCTOBER 13, 1985. 11:30 P.M: lyrics

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Alan Moore - Journal: OCTOBER 13, 1985. 11:30 P.M: lyrics

On Friday night, a comedian died in New York. Someone threw him out a window and when he hit the sidewalk his head was driven up into his stomach. Nobody cares. Nobody cares but me. Are they right? Is it futile? Soon there will be war. Millions will burn. Millions will perish in sickness and misery. Why does one d**h matter against so many? Because there is good and there is evil, and evil must be punished. Even in the face of Armageddon I shall not compromise in this. But there are so many deserving of retribution...and there is so little time.