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May 14
I am many things.
a beast of burden.
I am everything.
painful consciousness.

I am pain.
I am detriment
to my own health,
as well as
I am detriment
to my others.

What do I want?
Alexandria fell.
For what more could I want?

Then, may the flame
burn, ad infinitum,
inhale human conquest.

What do I want?
To keep grandiosity
from obtaining starships.


Just turn to dust,
As is the prophecy,
Happy the motes
ever did arrange.
A Simillacrum
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A Simillacrum
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