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He a question from a curtain of flies,
'Are colors in the dreams of the blind?'
He the answer when you tore out his eyes,
black count?'
Flaccid the severed you clench.
walking carrion stench.
Your scorned lover was a working wench.
And she you.

Rejoice and the great castration.
your knives.

They swarm down a manicured flood.
Like frenzied harpies in a of blood.
How comical we to call you a stud.
Now stumpy.
disciple my unholy desire.
Shriek in our immaculate choir.
And set androgynous corpes afire.
Those seraphim are memories.

She pick your bones after all.
skull took its place upon the wall.
Where her spirit you,
those maggots are to you.

They her swinging from a pipe
in the basement of the church of Christ.
We RAPE.
We know hands are stained red.