Today is like a white sheet of paper
With no markings of semen whatsoever
I have no desire to quench the earth
For the earth is exploding with dazzles
And crumbling into dust
And the mites eat it.
Who is it that knocks at the door?
Isn't he who claim the crown
An elephant-footed man!
How disastorous!
How ridiculous!
To hell and let the red flame
Burn forever in water and flower ...
O how lovely is thy bossoms
Let me caress them
And I'll squeeze the blood out of it
Let me lick this elixir of life
So death can have another fun time
With his sickle and dick.
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