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The showman who dirtied the holy church,
the old chapel with split words, forked tongue
who swore that he hated the hypothetical
Christian the fanatic who could have been
two thousand years ago, on the pretext
he doesn’t forgive him doesn’t forgive
an act of accession that he never committed
he, Beelzebub got out of life in a scabby way
and desecrated the old chapel over again
by the burial of this one with the face of pig:
the large sepulchral slab set in the middle
on a showman fuck-wind, what lawlessness!
Long ago during the epidemic of bubonic plague
they came to pray caught in the pincers of death.
With how much voluptuousness the late degenerate
boasted that he desired nothing but be buried here
as a conqueror. A tardy adjourned satisfaction.
The devils also have their triumph.
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