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Nothing

I represent nothing
The entropic flowers of doom are budding
Through the cracks of your human gravel
Travel to the house of judgement
Nudge my coffin nails with your gavel
Paddle through the mulch
And quicksand
Demand the mercy
Of this God you do not understand
Canned morality expired
With your selfish survivalism
Usurped by tribalism
Undesirable, but longstanding
Like priapism
Inside a prism of anguish
The famous violator burns
Speaking a hellish language
Await for his return