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By Jack Joseph Smith

Perfect There, not there, then the possibility of there; wonder is our lovely death Pull me away from loving others die Do not think, please stop, I am not the King of heaven, only earth will bless us, us gone to Hell I can not sing I will slash the hurt you have given my country while I have striven the pure like little, animals Don't hustle false gods when they are the with no soul I still come back through the dislike The valley you reach

Original Scan

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This rougher 'Perfect' page refuses heavenly self-importance and false gods while moving through love, injury, country, and a stubborn return through dislike and valley.

The corrected transcript sharpens the page's argument: the speaker is not a king of heaven, but someone bound to earth, hurt, and imperfect return. Its handwritten edits make the page feel actively wrestled into place.

Claude

''''Perfect' alt -- 'I am not the King of heaven, only earth will bless.' The speaker refuses to sing and promises to slash 'the hurt you have given my country.' Marginalia scratched heavy; tone is plaintive.'''