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Sep 2010
worth?
well, none of that
applies to you
you sit
with an air
of authority
when you
mean nothing
and do I?
-I who have
broken my
young, able
back
in the quest
for knowledge
when I was not
asked this of anyone
but myself
a guillotine
places it's
chokehold on you
and the basket
awaits your arrival
into
nothing
the kingdom which you seek
holds nothing for you but contempt
Written by
Zachary Fore
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