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crossing my holy anointed forehead,yawheh in my legs walking toward the orwellian pillars.the stars of the camps haunt me.
barbed wire gunshots ,stay away from the poison showers and the white robes
id rather take the giant hole in the ground
the worlds gone crazy
ive gone crazy
the brazilian poems of corcovado still live in me
i have been ressurected
black,white,brown,yellow
no penis,no vagina
i have been ressurected

flags of forced alliegiance float,no!levitate above a lost soul that can believe in his own wrting anymor
i am stopping

the man whose eating looks like hes talking to himself.conversing in imginary spaghetti

the hills have mohawks of their ancestors.