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Blessed is the hatred

they upon us breathe

Plain to see

is what we always breed

Behold my conclusive form

only to lapse

This plague in effect

and I sought

Our writhing remnant digits

clutch upon their smooth skin

Sweating fleeting pleasures

into our aspiring open wounds

And our tongues trailing their

yearning corpulent boils

For theirs is the touch

our granddaughters depend upon

Our fleeting existence

within these borders

Leaving but a trail of ruin

upon our excretion

Blessed is the hatred

they upon us breathe

Plain to see

is what they always seethe

We inhale only to exhale

Blessed is the saint

that upon us bleeds

The only thing we see

is what we always breed

In my late hours

these lacerations will imbue me

Forced to wither away

in a brilliant flash by choice

Relying upon our choices

Our choices feeding heat death