9. Thots
nothings changed, the senates still corrupt, & the emporer remains insane, & everyday, is a new strain of slaughter, supply lines are less protected, evil on all sides, eye can smell the death, on your flesh --- creeping in, trapped within the twisting fingers of fear, & all eye see is ewe that face, those eyes, burning like leprosy, eye can see you there, poisoning the air, prostituting Nationalism, & eye want to attack, to rip out your heart & lay your flat on your back, & vomit a world of agony & truth, into your throbbing illness of memory...and hate guides our way, eye long for the icy slap of a belt across my back, for the acceptance of death & blind cave war, the giving sleep, of depression, the sweet elucidation of savage, meaningless aggression, chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter & his slave disciples, in the harem tents -- outside, just beyond the edges - eye ride, a cycloptic mare in the fires of imagination, feeding my disease, a river of plagues, eye need something to remind me eye am still sinning that pain in important, that wurdz matter, that healing is possible, that eye am not alone...in this -- guard the houses -- triple watch -- maidens, dig up your socery -- sirens, sharpen your rocks...ewe will eat my pain agian, whatever you need unite messiah ME
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