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Seattle Dumps Some god you've Turned out to be-- Every bit the angry Unhappy child, all Jeans with blown out knees, Stringy, dirty blonde Hair framing heroin eyes. You gave your disciples All that they would ever Love about you-- Incoherent rage and Pointless despair and Tabloid headlines for months On end. For all your mediocre genius, Your apostles line up Before the cross to which They nailed you, offering up Lives that have not yet found meaning And accounting even less value Before your splatter-headed Divinity.
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