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THE MESSENGER ANTHOLOGY: POSTHUMOUS ATTRIBUTION

THE MESSENGER ANTHOLOGY: POSTHUMOUS ATTRIBUTION

To all that be I bid disgust and hate

To the essentials of all priority, I greet thee with disdain

The world is filled with disguised filth 

It parades around the countryside

With its regalia of shame

Its triumphant entry is cheered and booed on the pages of history

The future sees who you are…the past creates an ambience of innocence

We await rapture to redeem us

Yes! The conscience of man; we trade on our croaked luck

Then we begath misery at it prime and youth

The path to sorrow is a journey that defies preparation

As we trade our future for a bowl of rice

As we devour each grain

We are inches closer to infinite pain.

PUBLIUS CRASSUS (JIA)

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