The Traveller

	Run away seething demon,
	Chaste mother fucker,
	Glad to be stoned.
	Parallel Universe, I can hardly see in the bleeding that is my headcold.
	He's back so dodge the flak.
	They reckon I is the Devil but my knowing is but sedation and him that does
	undertake truth when hatred judgement is a type of sentence draining our lifes
	blood and how should I consume that is given a chance in this selfish city?
	He that is this is free,
	Conquering in the field of wallaroo or jungles of tapir is given to one who has faced
	his fear.
	I will build a tomb to my Father that I may like a Pharoh secure our line.
	The enmity, the desecration of our monuments shall be the undoing of the
	perpetrators.
	Like the Java man I am unashamed,
	My Father ate dog in China.
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