corruption of love (poem.2) We made it through the first leg of the plagueNow we prep for the famineIâm not afraid of the spaceshipsItâs the racist with grenadesThat I examineI disengage from the mazeI donât cooperate to grow in indecencyTo operate at a low frequencyI give praise to the Ancient of DaysThat Iâm saved and still standingIâm not enslaved to the ways of mammonMy heart is braveSoâŠ
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