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I will not play 
for you, 
in burning shadows. 

Bribing the body 
to sequester the soul 
via ripping steel- 

of a blade of grass. 
He stopped at the door 
for a short while - 

to sharpen the proboscis 
for blood and dogma 
of a fake country. 

Cannot pardon me. 
I will present to you 
my earth, as cow.