6514. OH WELL NOW I'M DONE

OH WELL NOW I'M DONE

I've decided to speak for the nation of the dead,

those impaled on ideology without thought and

certainty without doubt. You may well be alive, 

yes, each dwindling stick of you, but you are

dead nonetheless. The hatchet of bluster has

cut down your tree of Humanity.

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I allow : you may park your idiot car in any 

carport you choose, under any arbor you desire.

You car will never turn off, yet you will leave it,

running, while you walk about your errands and

comport yourself with devilish fever collecting

your goals. I pity your very blood as it runs

in your veins and body seed and soul.

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There is nothing more tendentious than fire  - it

burns and seeks and consumes and destroys. That

feeling, deep in the pit of your throat, that

malicious 'heartburn' you seek to quench,

it is not that at all  -  it's the flames of your

fire consuming that soul.