The black heat of god
The final field
Skin of her
This love is the mouth of a funeral
The breath of our old endless sea
The uncoordinated bites
The swords of morning light
Coming into our eyes
Our disease
Our mistakes
Come out of the grave
With the religious stench of earth
Come out from under the blanket of sin
Touch the gloss of this heaven
Back to the young prayers
To the bliss of slippery gut of fire
Oh! Beast! You are an inevitable circle
You are always weeping the salty night
You are the love in our secrets
The love in our families:
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