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THhe Sar.gon soldier fought for us all.
An returns with orange burns, and learns he can't stand tall.
C d for service in hell they gave him a wall
Ornewith me and ride the beasts of disease to the man who is
not a man
~nlY a shellish mind remains.
"pow listen as he speaks offashionable pains:
p rom hell fire I was born or so they taught
I r~m my homeland I was torn and hellfire I have wrought
US ~uld never have the use of my black fist
~bl this day I have been chained by the wrist
o I am is all I ever wanted to be
WNo.W I.n my 400th year, and still not free!
b Ith my friend, the shadow, I share my blanket of stones and my
ottle of sanity
~: w~ watch the eagle try to fly with a foot on its neck."
B wields light unto mankind
ut sleepwalkers see gray and are blind
HPoer he I.S A~erica's shaman
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L purges himself with a needle, and WhIPShimself with words
ast tear shed-last vial emptied-at dusk, he too surrenders to
darkness.
World-Who are you?
Or better yet, who in the hell do you think you are?!
Your salvation is not your possession
Your salvation is your obsession
Your salvation is not your privilege
Your salvation is a gift earned
Your salvation is no longer your first born
Your salvation is truly a bastard child!
Your salvation is no longer alive
It died at dusk!
by Anthony Hightower
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