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Becoming Nothing / Nothing Becomes Me / A Battle Cry

 


It's way too late to become
                    any thing.
Guess I had a chance & blew it,
                             I
                             suppose.

Imagine what they think when
                       one
proclaims that
                        one
                          is
                      No Thing,
              (or nothing, as it occurs).

Oh,you verdant Florida
                     crepuscule, you.
pleas bless this thing
                                      of
                                      no
                          with silly'ass Paradise
                       aspirations,
                 come from
              the bloody
           swords
of conquistadors,
lookin'for lost Youth, as
                                follied as it
                                               sounds

(Stupid white men killing for God.)

Missionary position everybody!
Uno !
        Dos !
              Tres !
                     Quatro !!!!

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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
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