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By Jack Joseph Smith

Sin The worst of all evils, no matter of Dante, and turning against a friend, is hating your own Alone, I have received both; so I know I can't even let hard as hell be ironic in my thought Wicked, dangerous, almost the calling of names for me Watch yourself all the way back to the begining of love, when you see it festering, for it is among men that I know it, and am sure can happen among women too, it is, likewise The hurt and violence will finally kill you; while removel of thyself within the struggle, shifts the world Uncaring as God on high, or inside praying stone, try not to kill, help yourself as a ghost with a crutch, limp away, you'll find your honor, you'll find the wind in letting go

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GPT

This page treats hatred of one's own as a deeper sin than open enemies, and it frames that hatred as spiritually and physically destructive.

The poem has the force of a warning. Its moral center is clear even when the language stays rough and personal.

Claude

Sin. The worst of all evils, no matter of Dante, and turning against a friend, is hating your own. Alone, the speaker has received both, so he knows. Watch yourself back to the beginning of love, see it festering. Removal of thyself within the struggle shifts the world. Try not to kill, help yourself as a ghost with a crutch, limp away, you will find the wind in letting go.