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the moment of
the sound of
the smell of
the sight of

your weakness will
splintering bones will
free-flowing blood will
your demise will

not control
not fade away
not stop
not appease

my rage


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He who is unable to live in society, or has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god -Aristotle


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