Now I'm going to write a Poem, hombrepoetico,
ay No se, parce que? Poetical
Treason's no Minor Matter of Course, Adieux,
Caesura, Hypellage, so get the Fuck
working on a new Measure, Dejame
en paz. As if the Heavens above no
Witness had. I've had to become so Cold
no Atmospherical warmth Anymore.
I'm running Adrenalinational,
my FInal Memories have Faded dried Up
as the Seasons. I'll survive survive I'll
but the People cannot sustain Death
of the Imagination, Simple
Kindergarten Lesson, Humanity!
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