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Fiends, devils and Satans
so that they put poultices
on their sentencing to life
after the pillage they dine
upon sow’s teats in milk
they indulge in funeral
drive of pleasures toward
the eternity of dying
and they can’t set a fate
for themselves and they
chew with a smacking noise
and they grunt in the large
intestine of the great Tirtan
the large intestine as a therapy
against the man, the man used
as a cure dissolving himself
in their mouths. Their bones
howl in the air, their viscera
destroy themselves in mixed
tissues of devils, of fiends, of
Satans.
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