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Nation part 1

He was hound dawged  
Mud in his eye  
But red, similar the color of cherries  
His  load  
Delusions of grandeur -carried in a burlap sack  
eclipsed the threshold a Moon before his person  
And foul  
Grunt and whiskeyed breath  
Enough to make a small one dizzy ...
Enough to clear the front of house with only a hint of his mood  
The Sioux boiled beneath his grip  
Mud like lava caked his expression  
The man had seen War  
But not enough  
Not enough  
Only a little..
A promise incomplete  
His War had been a nursery rhyme
Full of..  
Barnyard animals  
Vulgar with anthropomorphism  
Machete held  by pigs paw  
Rebel yells that quacked  
And so he entered the threshold  
(Sanctuary actually)  
Hulk and mass inescapable  
And indescribable in regards to appetite  
(Though I will try)  
As said ..
The Sioux boiled beneath his grip  
Exposing the ancestry beneath his skin Monks hood  
I think ..
Something lovely  
And deadly  
And I certainly feel..  
Written by Calamityofgin
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