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Apr 2017
**** the slaves
Face the master
**** him too
And face disaster

Escape the hounds
But not the pastor
Who hung your mom
Up in the rafters

Safety ahead
Run ever faster
They think they've won
Hear their laughter

But there is a secret
Where the pale trees gather:
For it is the place
Where all humans shatter
Parker A Blackwood
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Parker A Blackwood  lost in my mind
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