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Beams From My Eyes
Grant me the depths;
the impartial, all-encompassing
hatred for the place
containing me and mine. Let me
see as it burns -- burn as I see,
taking none to hold, eventually to be
divided by my eyes, from
which the beams arise,
from where I cannot fathom and
where I only vilify this place...
These people I have met and known...
From birth until I've grown.
Toss away what little care
I have for what's called home, and
let me singe its structure by
lashing through my gaze.
I'd take away its semblance of
completion; I'd gladly be its
doom from which it can't recover.
And as I bring collapse, grant
me courage to depart from it;
rather I would watch it fall,
or rather would I leave it all for the next to find
and bind it to a new foundation.
