all of history
the
desert at fifteen below and
you
want to talk about god
to
the starving and the slaughtered
you
want to fuck the daughters
of
the men you crucify
want
to teach them the equation
that
lets power become
more
than love
and
so this poem will be my
song
of joy at the news
of
your death
these
words will be the stones
that
grind your bones
into
dust
--John
Sweet
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