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In my dreams, no my nightmares;

in the sea hate with the absence of fate.

Blind eyes crying with blood,

like a vomit extinguishing my flammy repulsion.

Hold the broken flask filled with a sexual organ's liquid,

Boiling tender, arises hunger, reminds my temper.

Then submerged fantasies unheard come close to my mind;

Undoubted sophism but real necrophylism.

An ache begins inside,

Spreads through all veins caused by the zephyr of damnation,

Yielding a substantial anger,

Makes me loose my will then a visual dream appears,

A pretty child is smiling to me.

Being defeated in these meaningless morbid dimensions,

Vaccinating blood, bestial bellow, mouldy saw.

Realization of what;

The inflammation inside gets bigger

With an increasing acceleration which is a voracious manner of torture.

Displeased demands of a morbid mind

Are never satisfied with an unsaturated solition of a child's cerebraliquid and his foetusfull urine.

Turn the skin inside out,

Lick the vein veiled with blood.

Button up his torn body with a rusty needle,

Vibrate the slender body,

Attach the penis inside the diseased portions

Then lick again not only the secretions but lemphic as well.

Make it pour, taste its sour...