Oh, in one's hands firmly reins
Of my intentions I want to have
And everything human, inferior, moral
To pulverize in me
And to throw up this poison
The compulsory mental nourishment
Which devours me and holds me
Out of fetters, I tear myself off
Not longer!
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I'd obliterate billions of nits
In the form of global disaster
I'd delouse the Earth Mother from mankind
by fatal collapse!