I am a beast, and I will be remembered for my ways...but, I am a gentle beast, that only wished to live among you. I have been used. I am tired of the bridle, and the spur, and the lash...and will not abide them, anymore. You may tell your tales...your rewritten history, any way you wish...but I have said this, and it's true. You were less, but I am least...and I will go first.
Adieu...
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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