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my purpose is written in my nature, and my nature is a deadened nerve in a demon's strike
some fools call this enlightenment
only in this enlightenment is it preferable to stay drowned in muck and complain of your lungs full of the earth, to whomever is suffering the same condition
than to follow the latter half of an ostrich's plan and to clear whatever you use in a soul's stead
no grand design describe me
my blueprints don't line the floors, walls, and ceiling of a madman
no tubes are disconnected from my frame to permit me to fulfill my duty
no acclimated needles retreat from diluting my blood for the task ahead
no bitter water flirts with stopping me from my goal
for no such goal exists
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