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Do The Math

 
He, like so many
that came before Him
handed off the baton

Need for relay
cleared of distortion
a purified message to people
His grand vision

Instead, you chose otherwise
focused on spreading division
inked black with lies

Non-plussed

treating your leg
as an earthly prize

Little more than
billboarded face
and title is your
Savior disguise

Masses left yearning

waiting

idle

all across the land

Marathon Messiah,
we're in Last Place
while you run amok
over the Human Race

masturbating your ego
with the other hand



Anarchitect
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