THE CARDINAL

 

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Your money our misfortune from now on

the foul water collected behind the dam --,

one of those idiotized in love can play

a pantomime for you: I must live only

to blow you up... But a cardinal, rustling

his sacerdotal attire and farting comes

close to her and chatted to her in honeyed

tones, “Try to wake up, little girl, you’ll

see that you can, little girl, look at you

Lord watches you, you are beautiful

as a doll, as a little carnation, therefore

stay awake, little girl, you’ll see that

you can, little girl you have to live

and to let the others live, leave the bomb,

don’t blow yourself up, little girl, do it

for me, little girl, yeah, yeah, I love you.”

The voice of the cardinal a riding whip

on the heart on the brain she heard

his genuine voice, “I stick you into

your mother’s cunt, you ordinary

whore who you are, you want to

draw attention to yourself, you

strumpet so many wretches from

this city rode you, I can also stick

my pecker into your dirtied mouth

we waste our time with you don’t

play the madwoman, let us save

your soul, you egoistic, sluttish crawler

without any God we should throw you

into a cesspit or into a bathtub of sulphuric

acid and let you kick the bucket... go to hell

confound her, devil! You should console

yourself cramming yourself with all the drugs

in the world. Go to hell, whore.” “Give me

flesh to eat!” the poor girl shouts.