They talk about nihilism
How can it be true?
when the ones who talk about it
belong to my womb
A thousand years of oppression
and still an eternal life to go
Are they grateful to me
my impeccable creations?
The last of the extraneous lives
are down on their knees
for my will to forgive them
is still clandestine
You're just another famished infant
with so many tears to cry
but the rot on my chest
is just a drop more than yours.
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