(AppreCJ8n, 0.02: Peoplebull)
        
        My own leeway goaded, 'Go dead!'  
        - was suffocaring murk that murktured me, i'm thru! 
        Which? It? Hasgone? 
        In all the refusals i found disappearunsoff, refusal. 
        A negativyes I needed ta no now
        its disappearance is a clue, as when hunters' historians 
                                    go hunt their own scrutiny
        game for killer's bounty. And footnotes that need knees for there's no sanctity
        - studied humans myself! 
        We're an unthem ick crashendo, intergenocidal truce the air'll win;
        dead game history that bitchy
        menofwars' insecrets craft from the slain 
        - carve opinions rightoutofus men and women. Deadheat, 

        i lived between flakremnant of me 
        that'd die with alljoys ta sacrifice sweet sacred sadness ,
        and the remnantflak, killed joy in me that'd still die,
            diesadly with livid eyelids. 
        Coz its nottrue sadder diers, those whose misery takes guts, 
            enjoy death
        as they didn't enjoy...
        Enough