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Dammit Im mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. Im in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level Mad Dog.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one my names are in it.
Murder? Im a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. Im it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). Id assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
Sir, I deliver. Im a dog
Evil is a deed as I live.

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