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By Jack Joseph Smith

Is killing just about which part of Heaven you want to go to Or is not killing that place you are never let into I see that beauty is weak I have seen that life is less than the moment it was intended to be But I am not scared - I am a bastard child from L.A.

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The poem turns killing and not killing into rival ideas of heaven, exclusion, beauty, and survival.

The page frames morality as a question of where one is allowed to belong. Its closing claim of being a bastard child from L.A. gives the theological question a blunt biographical edge.