BloodFlush

by Occult Fan

Real in the requiem

hold the harlots in the line

sure they bark and sure they tranquil

such lipid quivering IS so divine

 

see

we hold the wrapping

of your corpse in our teeth

and

we

are made of all your lost forgotten unbrought unrealized dreams

 

so eve eve eve eve eve eviscerate

all the human kinds

until

there is only

God and Wine

and believe me

as I believe in you

 

this dream is through

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