Impromptu Poetry/ thank you for the death

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i recognize
your ideals
your words
your toxins flowing slow
disguised with creativity
only to kill all who thinks
all who create
all who breathe this therapy
death will be inevitable
because you
you chose to kill us all
out of selfishness
and pity
thank you
for
the
death

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