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We scoured the earth. And buried our dead.

We harnessed the wicked to break with their bread

And all along we kiss the diseased.

Our hands salty from praying on cracking knees

One must learn the names

To ascend and account

One must learn the names

To compel the demon

metaphysical innards spilled.

The “soul” castrated

Blessed be.

Qualia lingers

Each unique quality

Harbors boorish abstractions to codify

Jacked in. jack in!

Compression commences.

All those lingering errors

All those redundant traits

Eliminated

Is there still a ghost?