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UntitledThen I said bow, lifeTo the emptiness and strifeTo the meaningless of deathRandomness of wealthThen all but one had kneltDid not go about as saidAlone in the village mineWalked and left the many dimeWent to search for something grandMeaning in the yellow sandFell as prey, he would then prayUntil his end of dayNow they come and praise his nameAs they stand atop the sewer mainWhere in his little bits of fleshDo get eaten by the rats
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