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Nothing’s changed, the senates still corrupt, and the emperor remains insane, and everyday is a new strain of slaughter, supply lines are less protected, evil on all sides, I can smell the death on your flesh creeping in, trapped within the twisted fingers of fear, and all I see is you that face those eyes, burning like leprosy, I can see you there poisoning the air, prostituting nationalism, and I want to attack, to rip out your heart and lay your flat on your back, and vomit a world of agony and truth, into your throbbing illness of memory, and hate guides our way, I long for the icy slap of a belt across my back, for the acceptance of death and blind cave war, the giving sleep of depression, the sweet elucidation of savage, meaningless aggression, chiseled in the meaty forms of mother Jupiter and his slave disciples, in the harem tents outside, just beyond the edges I ride, a cycloptic mare in the fires of imagination, feeding my disease, a river of plagues, I need something to remind me I’m still sinning that pain is important, that words matter, that healing is possible, that I’m not alone… in this, guard the houses, triple the watch, maidens dig up your sorcery, sirens sharpen your rocks, you will eat my pain again, whatever you need, whatever you need, what…ever…you need…unite… messiah….ME!!!
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