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As if to drink a holy wine
And let it trickle down my face
Only to hope your incarnation will appear
And conquer fear.
My thirst of bodily fluids & fornications,
Misty twilight engulfs
The spirit of religious origin.
I have corrupted thee
Don’t you see?
And the soldiers watch in disappointment
As their god unknowingly laughs.
Disaster.
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