Graduation
I throw my soul
To the beasts
Allowing them to feast
Praying for a seize in catastrophe
Feed my beloved children
For I am resurrected
And no longer in need of the old ideas
The pungent figure had erected
This sinister situation
Has lost its passion
Today is graduation
Prevail in fine fashion
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