June 12, 2010
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In the lanes of the town
On the bridge near the creek
The man who is hunted
Continues to creep

The dark, with its fangs
Envelopes the man
Who in running
Is condemned to death

To death, we send
The tortured man
Of the high-prancing
Fantasies of wealth

For this man, you see
Is the brother of me
In the evil light
Of mankind

Death! Death!
Death to the evil that
Yet lurks in me

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