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SACRIFIRE

Rotten, nauseous, dried sentences
Thrown soil to delight
I taste, gently bleeding
With every bite
I can’t help vomiting

I taste again, meeting indifference
I start to less understand humanity
I turn the next hardened numb pages,
Which lacks all kind of consequences
In despair and fury,
I reach the depth of a book
Tears creates new trails of ink
Dry, stiff, now leads to anxiety

What had born in mind,
what in word,
What had born in mind,
in deed will born

I taste again, meeting indifference
I start to less understand humanity
I turn the next hardened numb pages,
Which lacks all kind of consequences

Here, the word burns
And where’s your god
Here, they burn pages
And where’s your lambs

Here’s the sacred fire
And where’s the servants
Here’s the sacrifire
Digests its own seed

Rotten, nauseous, dried sentences
Thrown soil to delight
I taste, gently bleeding
With every bite
I can’t help vomiting





   
   
   
   


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