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I know your works.
I know you neither fear me nor hate me.
I wish you either feared me or hated me.
So, because you are lukewarm
I will spit this story out of my mouth
When I am gone --
-- all things willing, I will be gone --
you will read this and
understand.
If I must admit to being a puppet
As you forced me to confront
As I confronted myself
Then I will not let you believe
that my master was the crusty stain
who sired me into this pitiful existence
No, there was another, I recall now
who bound my wrists and my ankles
to a crossbar like some sort of hanged man
And I know he had bound you too,
The unquestionable leader,
And made us dance this tarantella.
How fitting, your alias, for this cosmic joke.