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Ante Bellum

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In this rainy coldness of a night I am drained and dry like a hanging Bacalao. I hope it comes to pass! As cant as I am - broken as a rib As grey as ash is - as dim as an ar$e Take without hesitation this crib Burry your fingers in it and pinch this salt Sprinkle it over my eternal wound as you - ad lib Watch me burn out in a moment like a thunderbolt! The crown of this banquet - a jewel Giving this islander of isolation A continent of frontiers in a cave of cruel Boarding and grafting, Waiting and longing, I am on the keep as an Egret, Consumed by the beast that is nibbling from within, Eating the words in the shadow of regret. Diving through the burning hellfire Covered in self-inflicted lacerations of magma And the beating heart enveloped in wire Then an impulse in the head...[Snap!] syntagma! Scream followed by howling Bloody markings splashed across the wall Stop the brawl, ante bellum, atoll, at all!

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