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ContemptibleFields of overrun earthLimbs that dance devoid of trunk Women sunk in mourning Your gift to our species We have mourned so many deaths caused by your greed for gold Yet still nothing compares to your holy abstinence Liberation of all men is venom to your teaching I am no pity slave that you could spit on Scorn consumes me while tasting your false truths Cripple is what I see when I look at you Our tears – the bitter sea Trying to break the chains The last link of our leash Will become your personal thorn |