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The infernal innocence of the cannibals
put up for sale the bodies of the slaves
who were made Bolshevistic ‒ the cheapest
material ‒ without race, without name ‒
the traders wrinkle up their nose: they want
them with three genitalia without genealogy.
The cannibals sell them to keep the anarchy
in the masses at high rating, sacred unity
singular rhythm. Thou Lord, forsake them not.
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