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I was on the warpath of a misguided belief and I bit it so hard, it was stuck in my teeth, baited and darkened my breath, filled my spit with corrosion and death.
I was on payroll. Working for a belief that put me against my brother and tried to lower my sister. And then I realized that I could not rise any higher than our women. I was misguided.
A missile set to self-destruct, suicide bomb, social and sexual deviant and willing to take as many that look like me as possible.
I was on payroll of a misguided belief and it was jammed between my teeth, coddled in my breath and the words were coated in corrosion and death.
