TO THE MANY FOLLOWERS
OF MENDACITY
Here is the blanket where I shall
lay you down : Once done, when
the land is over and the century
brown. Breaching a fortress, or
hauling a log - legions of the
righteous, crying so hard.
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Look, just look, at all that we
have killed. All this and the
land itself is weeping
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