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My wall is a garden of dark marks, interwoven strokes rapturously posted up, not ruins, but still sutured to a corrupt culture awaiting chances at its deconstruction. My whole family stillborn in the cut, living, working, dying as yr laborers yet labeled "non-essential" by you fucks. Yr wall is imported, pretty sure you used the word ‘glorious,' but you can't both use and ignore us, or fuck and pretend to adore us. What type of love is only true in its desire to stay hateful? What type of world did you think you birthed where you thought I would be grateful?? You really thought I would be grateful??? U thought!! I overanalyzed the size of the affect of life as a mark and an object of disrespect. Remade in H.I.S. image, redacted, refitted for symmetry, but over the border my future's free of that conspiracy. Wishing to keep yr threats well-kept as yr weaponized debt is yr wall, my nigga. My wall's the earth and more than the dirt you tried to sweep up under the rug, my nigga. You gentrified a whole continent with a whip on some hand-over-fist shit, nigga. Tell me, am I still the embodiment of the evil that yr daddy did live, nigga? Yr wall is imported, I'm pretty sure you used the word ‘glorious,' but you can't both use and ignore us or fuck and pretend to adore us. What love is only true in its desire to stay hateful? What type of world did you think you birthed where you thought Iíd be grateful??? U really thought Iíd be grateful??? U thought! U cannot have my joy!! U thought!!!!!