R&D

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You shit
in the hand
that feeds you
You spit
in the faces
of brothers
and sisters
who shared your fate
You dine
on your own hypocrisy
and you are well fed
I know you,
I know your kind,
the hero of your own story,
I see you,
I see you wash over mistakes
with bloody hands
your bloody tongue
paints the picture of the man
not the monster,
never the monster.

Andrew Talbot

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