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The citizens, blissfully
unaware of light,
praise gunpowder
keep to jesus and allelluia
become shrunken
and set to flame
the chorus a merciful plague
wandering in sin
candles of darkness
forgive us this unhappy land.
489
the best girl
is insincere she
leaves her necessary
sorrow for a dream
supposes the clay to be the future
where love plays the evil eye of chance
and time is read wrong
we breathe patriotism, that mother
of insanity
are ruined with the rest of
this black race.
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