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Amor Fati, Sunday Target Practice

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  Amor Fati, Sunday Target Practice  Staring at the spiral staircase,   at the top   a broken statue of venus worships  and devours her own blood.  She's faceless. Bullets, knives, bombs, gas chambres  stuck to her teeth.  Electricity down. A flip-flop narcissistic battalion, shows no mercy, no compassion. The scales of justice are colorful white silver star-studded  canyons covered in satanic graffiti  aiming from her lifeless mouth. She lives again as a Lazarus.