If I Am Any Man

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If I am any man sculpted from God then I am no man at all. I am of the wind, I am of the Earth; what bore my energy from the ruins of Kalša to the internment of Lesko, my blood feeds the soil bombed and broiled. Masticated pride and endeavors not for the embitterment of creationism but for the realization of self-purpose. Let my body rest when it passes as it shall be as I am now, forever and always, with or without…