Today I want to be your greatest tribune trench warrior
be the master of your world uninhabitable
be your northern South abominable,
be the God who worships you prostrate.
Today I give you a poem art
charm you with the conviction of my soul,
this boost in palms punishment, worship,
be bored in the art of love.
song Today I want the wind in your name,
want to be the man that your days garnish,
be the yang in the philosophy of your world.
Today I want to be more than a sideways yesterday,
be wise in thy mercy more anger,
and be your sweet nights of pleasure. 
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