The rhetoric I was planning to use,
Was used on me--
I was destined to creep forth
From vile ooze,
From vile swamp derivation,
From the origin of Life,
From Lackness. Slack...
Don't you see the way my torched hands resemble
My charisma bounds, a bucking train: The bridge is out.
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