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ABORTED REALITY…
Stolen and re-rooted here,
We can no longer be as
Their virgin forest—
Raped and impregnated
By heirs of their slavery,
And rechained with infertile
Emancipation ejaculations:-
With this climax,
Need I seek to excrete
Anymore aborted reality?