Grovel to be free,
Apathetic to be left to mourn.
Rise upon the man of lords;
Nothing can live in this valley of life,
Nothing can wither that is not born.
Sit atop the lords of none;
Weathered is our kin,
Incoherent are their sons.
Isaac Olajos
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