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I exist to please.
But I must breathe, inhale and exhale,
only the sharp cold air
that compresses me out,
that cages me in.
What do I see?
Nothing, but I long for more.
There's nothing as great and as bitter
As my hatred of humankind
I speak with my mind
As you read these words, let me be heard
When have you seen such disaster?
Do we not have a Master?
