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Untitled -- 10.11.2008
My fixation on a society that’s less then we - may be like I - and how despicable to erase the people and leave a dictator to revel - their crimes become our sentence, our sentence our end, our end a new beginning with renewed strength I rise I take in and breathe - a breath of slavery accepted and received until my smile kills the king - leave him cry as his power leaves.
