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XIX. Crushing the Soul of Men

The name of death bears witness
unto humanity's last hope
Ill spoken words lying distant
from the actions they invoke.

Centuries of Domination
with and ethics dormant in deny
malicious infatuation
rights are held, seldom implied.

What is it that one lives for
when one serves without avail?
to what masters does one implore
when a martyr is impaled?

As filthy as this world might be
one is extant without purpose
bleed the blind with eyes to see
embrace this life with feral aptness.

There are no gods greater than humans
the rights to worship are one's own
no hierarchy for the common
does but rend an empty throne.

What is it that one lives for
in servitude without avail?
to what masters does one implore
when a martyr is impaled?
I realized I was god when I prayed and saw that I was talking to myself.
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