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To slit the grinning woundsfrom childhood's Seven Moons
The palette stained withthe ejaculated passions(of forbidden, hedonistic colours)
Strike from the omnipotence; all-seer all-deemer
And haunt my severed countywith your dripping secret games
You picked the unripe lilies
Deflored and peeled the bleeding petalsmade known to me
The grainy stains, the crimson lotusof the Black-
Ash Inheritance
The semen feed of gods and masters
The worms still in me, still a part of me
Racing out from leaking rooms
Swoop from broken lungs to block the transmission
To put an end to the nomad years
Father, you are the dead god in me
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