France is nothingness mixed with stench
of fricadelles only the milk of the dick
enlivens them a bit. They are always in genesis,
in chaos Satan still hesitates to poison the fruits
of the tree of life. The illusion produces spectral
lichens. They can’t control their tremor of fear
and they fuck immoderately. There is a mute
shout of death, actually the Jews walk
with a mysterious vessel spreading fumigation
the jealous Jew nibbles the fingers of the Frenchman
the Jew does not consider that he is part of the creatures
and loves France with poisoned jealousy and caresses
her stones up to the exhaustion of his hands
up to the debilitation of his mouth among
the French words, but France shows him
the gooey nothingness.
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