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69 The deference – Of the bee that gives honey And stings too Place What’s this allegiance, near religious To find you, our umbilical cord ? We have, we must, come back Seems the verdict from Epasa Moto The rock we must push Up to our grace – and grave On you, this garden No corn we planted Still, we must return When tend you, we can’t Identity Crisis I curse, I hail This Satan of God You demon or deity in control Two heads of a coin, nay, birds of a feather? I seek to find the master or the servant – in whom? The great reductionist From your throne – Giving and taking all life Object of my hate, can’t have you Hope of my dreams, love you to death ...

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