Blessed death, a shotgun burial,
Yours by heredity;
The streams of burning red,
The flesh. The vibrant, gulping
Endless onslaught;
Fresh ground burger dusted
In death-adrenaline.
Between each stroke, each strangled choke,
Becoming like the raging of the gods are we:
Barbarous thieves!

Let none alive!
Blessed death, ethnic colonic!

An open grave, The shotgun burial,
Fresh-Ground Burger
Slight-dusted in lime.

The violence. Yours by heredity;
A bifurcated synaptic breech,
A diet of death and adrenaline,
The quiet before execution.

The streams of burning red
Anoint the flesh of Nod.

With each beat between each stroke,
Each flesh-rest, chunk and bone,
I become the

Raging of the gods;
Vibrant, strident, shrill,
Gulping from the trough
Of the ancient swill
Flowing from the font;
Vibrant exultant!
Endless be th’ onslaught!
Righteous is the will!

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