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she held her scythe high
and reaped the golden crop
that stood across my field,
with dignified innocence
as cold steel blended wheat and rye
under its sheer force,
I saw that smiling whore,
undoing the work of man in one calm gesture
and reaped the golden crop
that stood across my field,
with dignified innocence
as cold steel blended wheat and rye
under its sheer force,
I saw that smiling whore,
undoing the work of man in one calm gesture
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