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Untitled (Reprise)
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Jul. 24, 2002 ]
5:11 AM
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You are an evil god construct Come too late to deliver me Knock mockingly thrice with Mouthfuls of measly platitudes Cursed beyond everything else.
Such ugliness, such madness, suits me, The blackest of greediest pitch Tarring me unfit for all else And handing me bitter defeat.
Five years I awaited thee, And when you struck me You hammered the stakes deep; And now every taste of meat and drink Reeks of regret and dust And now every hyperbole, Is a commandment, a punishment, and just.
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