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Between the ruins without a future
the entangled ruins before your arrival
almost entirely sunk in the cloaca
irate, harsh, mad voices resound,
“Whack him!”
“Hit him on the head!”
“Kill him!”
“Annihilate him!”
“Pulverise him!”
“Level him to the ground!”
“Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!”
“Wham! Wham! Wham!”
He’s beaten up, he’s hit, he’s killed,
he’s annihilated. Completely satisfied
cannibals move along from their cloaca
to the red, awkward inferno, they get
to the whore’s love, and wear themselves
out in the depth.
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