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| I love to see men lying in the gullies face down in the mud brown, black, blue,and red de limbed, decapitated, de capacitated, delaying the inevitable by holding their insides I love the thought of innocent children being spared this retched world with one swift ne palm they hardly have time to feel the burning doesn't cost much to recreate the bodies instant cremation flesh to ash fertilize the dying fields I love to watch the war on television I feel we all must suffer to be artists |