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Through the ravines we intervene

Where beauty throbs and bleeds obscene

Your supple hands in narrative arising

Float in form and converge upon me

So go on forth with these tools of subversion

Sow the seeds, carry the burden

Into the inked abyss of life

But do you see what I see within?

Quintessence embodied within?

Fuck the mass’ creed they swore

And feed their graves heretofore

Skin pummeled like bought virgins

Stirs new worship – tasteful execution

So go on forth with these tools of subversion

Sow the seeds, carry the burden

Into the inked abyss of life

And though light cannot escape this path

It lures with ears what eyes can’t grasp

The Human Stampede – the Earth roped

Consumed forever in false hope