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Feb 2014
He became the unknown algorithm,
a figure defined in schizophrism
all hail,
the archetype has risen
and let us go to war.

An integer slung beneath a gun
crunching bullets
watch them stun,
all hail
the archetype has come
and let us go to war.

It's Friday did you expect some peace?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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