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None speak of the pious in history: Notre Dame conquered by a poète mauldit. Beyond France's gendarmes and butchery Rose my twin-eyed concrete Babel staring Dow... - Junta
What horrors we wage In the light of day, Bodies left decaying For the world to see. Conakry, September, two thousand nine. Moïse Dadis, Junta chief, will not ... - The First Man
Dream into being. Ancestors eternal, Two giants faternal, Wielding stone knives. Upon shapeless bodies, The All-Father's follies, They carve human lives. Sun ... - The Purest Land
I've slit the throats Of clergymen and governors. Those bloated swine... May their screams unhinge A thankless crown. O King! See your soldiers Scrape at the a...
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