Breast feeding reaper, dissent 'ere the breach,
Ever deceptive, disguised morbid leech,
Pastor of wise ones, a marbled array,
A backdrop of canker on the banks of dismay,
Four-winged harpy like edicts impeached,
The sordid whorls of each conceded esoteric whore beseeched.
The black dog is gaining, fading our way,
Still, the gods incense us still onto the next day, next stage.

Death rides at our rearward!
The hooves tattoo a cursed verse!
Driving toward the finite,
Sentient entity, torment denied!

Bend!
Bow!
Follow...

Knives aimed towards the sky,
Vainly, to tame threat of the oskorei.
Today is the day
The faithful are led from their stables and
Into the valley of sin;
Where 'ere the flesh's revered victorious!
Motions and lotions, lugubrious potions,
Imbibements, revivements, orgiastic a-silence,
And violents, and violence, and glutting, and fucking,
And sucking, and jutting, and rutting, and bucking
And ooze...

Squeal pig squeal!
We fuck and we kill! Kill! Kill!
The maggots will eat their fill!
You're soulless so fear no ill,
Lay back and relax.

Struck in the guts,
Weeping like catholic idols,
Statuesque,
Frozen in form of formal
Torment,
[Impotent!]
Slowly extract the lower intestine.
Comatose, numb to the touch,
Squeaking, leaking,
Hung to be bled,
You know it's all for the greater good.

To be honored in this way is to be immortal.
Consent to the end. Bite your tongue!

Bailiffs, unrelenting sadists, gavel-happy, slapping death and
Judgment in the face of maybe, vapid, acrid, sorry, tacet,
Beaten! Grieving!
The bureaucratic, dogmatic, hail-to-the-static-addicts
Syphon rights piratic, the panic should have been automatic
Beaten! Beaten for days!

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