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Meditating on life on the effort of the progress
in torrent I see the cannibals carrying out
the eternal blindness of the herd the alleviation
offers place to the existence through the death
sentence by starvation by transfiguration of them all
into pigs, wrapping them in disgusting battle flags
as red, warm as the haunches of the bulls brought
by the Greeks as an offering to gods and the gentle
human being full of affliction falls into a general
grunt, lubricated with official sourness and stuck
in the ancient pocket of the sentenced slave
and in itself the pigs take that as a just act,
all that they stick in the gut causes them joy
everything is copulation in rut they seem to be
full of candour and they are waiting happily
for the moment of the sacrificing, they limp
towards the factory of pigs and they see themselves
hacked through petrified tears and their star forgot them.
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