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Void
Suffer harsh indignities
Draw your anger in
Implode
Lament not your condition
But instead your lack
Of strength
Recognize not your potency
But rather glorify
Your futility
Brutalize not your enemies
But the conditions
That bred them
Feed goats of iniquity
The putrid fodder
Of false pride
Accept yourself
As a failure
And your children too
Fuel blazing ambition
With fetid flesh
Of skittering neurosis
Die
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