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When the basest vice is quelled

You will have to grope around in darkness

reason succumbs to dissolve

in the bare ruined choirs



prayers to be brought back to the bottom

Vexed pulse met with laughter obscene

Dispatched suffering stretches its hands until the snap of skin

The blue edema of collected yearnings turned foul

Vexed pulse met with laughter obscene

Dance for them, miserable broken knave

 Contrary and abominable

The veils fall round like thin coiling mists

topaz streams, ropes of piss