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Blood
Fear is a spiritual relief
Physically I am fear
Mentally I am fearless
A pulse of understanding
But will a vein transfer?
A heart, a lung?
Taste the sweat
taste the fear
Taste the blood
Carry, cradle the bald baby
Master the meaning of love
Who said that life was a misery?
A sting, an ache, a hurtful word.
Artificial fun,
That has what has become
Horse for Beef
Beef for Horse
We are only skin and meat operations
For Allah
Suck our pure and false blood,
A clot, a knot that ties our tongues
This machine has turned us to metal
And dried us without pegs or hooks
All the glittery eyes
They are now colorless
Non-existent, numb.
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