I have been baptized in the impious rivers that run through these veins. I have watched the fern grow, reached down and dichotomized it from the soil revealing it's naked roots for all to see. I have screamed though the prodigious masses echoed it back in a chorus of discord. How can you denouce this apple? Am I not aesthetically pleasing as the others? Do I have to many bruises to be considered to have a judicial complexion? Something you consider to be the exemplar of the foundation of your utopian world. I am sorry I don't possess this gift. Yet you take my name and my ideologies and rape them until there is nothing left but crumbs.
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