there is nothing to sheep & cows
but a currency our forefathers
bestowed unto them
let you be thankful
to the other non denominational
i purge thee into oblivion
where are you now?
out of site out of my
reconciliation that is
perpetualessness of mockery
of naïveté.

i am not graduated
i am not reformulated
i am not assimilated
i am not forgiven

i have killed
i have raped
i have stolen
i have sinned

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