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who dares dissuade i from this my line of thought?
who clumbers to mention 'evil' for my wishes?
who preaches heaven and lives in hell?
i beseech ye that screams in silence,
ye that cries in laughter,
behind those mahogany doors you call a fort,
ye that sits on carcasses,
drinks from broken bones,
and dines on anothers pain,
i walk a temple,
fearfuly and wonderfuly made,
so an art work of the greatest,
with a choice of be or not be,
i of the black genre,
who knows the degrees of the sun,
who knows when the cold bites,
none but i that knows this my way,
none but i knows this my life,
of sleep on cold floors,
of meals on broken china,
of bugglers that prey for my blood,
yes my friend guilt ain't imprinted in me,
yes my foe,i never forget you,
dance in jubilation,
dine in celebration,
and drink ye in to my fall,
for a cat never lies on milk,
nor a does a dog miss a juicy bone,
and i this chance of freedom,
and utter peace..