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A Book, A Mind(Spoken word part: The prophet speaks to an audience of the dead. “I am your God”, he says. The dead they laugh, the dead they cry. From fear that all along that there really was nothing for them.) Seething into what’s left in buried books and empty pages. Our hearts will find either meaning or deceit. Burn my eyes, I don’t ever want to see again. |