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Last Call.

Long trip
without familiar
skin, naked, to wrap
myself in native

on a distant
land breaking
new ground,
though just another crack

in a fragile
cosmos, shattering
to smithereens.

Seek and destroy
everything. Let the willing
serve, let

the sheep turn,
run away,
or burn.

I respect your flames,
feed and fan it.
I will spread your ashes.

Speak deep words,
honor history
as best as I can.

Still, you must
come to understand
that this world:
it’s ours now.

It was never
meant for the wealthy,
corrupt minority.

We’re taking it back.
Sorry it had to come to this.
Believe me, it kills.

This was always and forever
my last call.

In time, you will thank me.


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