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Total passivity of your condition, terrifying cold limbs,

well defined premonitions, outcome in swollen brands

imposible to disguise, no excuses can withstand

on the bus you can't withstand

no support for unsteady grasp,

as you tremble in tumescence

beated beyond all limits other than survival one

with no perserved flesh, no single healthy shred

Dying inside day by day, by her husband "plug and play"

and now it's time to make love

Studded to endstop, endlessly beaten

nowhere to hide, for the master withstand

used, abused, like a filthy dog,

huddled, curled, thornless animal

Slipped at home, but in the blowing mill

caress by the meat pounder, now even hard to feel,

inner pain don't push enough, waiting for the next rapture

modified by fractures unseemly gait

bones without a framework, empty puppet held up,

uncounted bruises lightly covered by make up

useful to cover only the others indifference, no one will ask

Dying inside day by day, by her husband "plug and play"

and now it's time to make love

Studded to endstop, endlessly beaten

nowhere to hide, for the master withstand

used, abused, like a filthy dog,

bruise, abrade, to infinitesimal