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I close my tired eyes.

Darkness wraps me in her arms, as I fall victim to these...
These very real visions.
These visions that burn in my head, projecting animosity and hurt.

Bloody hands around the throat of the innocent.
Every ounce of energy spent, I spit;
In the faces of the religious.
Righteous Bastards! Die!
Why? Why am I the enemy?
Centuries of hate for those responsible for this violent happening.
A nation in ruin;
Spewing everything but the truth;
Bruised, black and blue and;
Broken, victims to The Machine.
Every man, woman and child;
Pray before your so-;
Called God, and wait in suffering for him not to save you from me.

I open my tired eyes.
I rise;
Like a monster from my slumber;
And devour the Earth.