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Lastrites[pt.1]MyCivil(ized)Cruel(ty)

eye ppppoke my
eye, my eyeself wit
my[own]digit[al] � of a
civili �zed
cruel'i �ty......how
� � � � �clever how d[font=Times New Roman]eft,
all knowing not knowing that
thees are MyLastRites, orlike
it is it may well be I-I-nor I
w'ill never rite again again
� � � � � � � � �nor again----

I, odear eye,
� � �canno rite � any
more..........thees[these]words
on
ly � � � poison my well'well,well/
&
thee � � � � � �idiotfortune
� � � � � � � �i � reap'd
� � � � � � � � (from death)
� � � � � � � � (from � be'ing
� � � � � � � � � a live)-------

Iwillnot � rite � any
more[nor]thing �, �these � crumb[le]s
� � � � � �of �faux[in]sanity
� � � � � � �canno tell one from
� � � � � �one from
� � � � thee other,
&'thee other'
� � �is glutted of My Rites My Rites
It Is My Rites My BillyRites my
country
tis'o'thee
bullethole � � � �in thee tragiChild's
� � � � � � � � � face or
� � � � � � � � heart or
� � � � � �daresaid � � s o u l
of my heroTradition's
� � � � �fantasy-history,
� � �~[ali'ke]dark[of]mo'bid �
� � � � � �funerary dr'eam ~

eye'm � � quite riteless now �, iw'ill
� � � � � � � � � rite � [not of]
� �anymore everagain
as it is such that
thisLand is yOurLand thisLand is myLand
is such a

�sweetbloody happy'free � Toxin,
& � � � � � �seemlike
� � �Iyam �deadrunkdead � in
� � � � � � � � � � 'thee good' great poi
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � s o n[/font]

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