Too mechanically advancedTo grapple with the turning centuryOur fixation to
Look at her beautiful faceLovely beyond compareTorn with immense guiltEven
Age frightens the once beautifulHer only reminders being photos long
A predominant atmosphere of gloom Abounds in this clinic of
Within this sanctum of the once existing I attempted spiritual
Father, I will never forgive youFor how hard life has
I shall now delve into my fantasy Of exploring the
Copulating in the spiritual forestWhilst thy embers and twine entwinedCelebratin
How can it allow the novice to assumeIts hierarchy of
Just a shapeless voiceless wonder Where once stood an animate
Dominated by the objective mass These colorless whores They offend
Carry on objects of mindless objectivityYou fail to remember your
The priest went berserk Sodomizing his recently baptized daughter Vehemently
Why should the dead profit from the deadOnly to continue
I turned to her and held her hand Don't tell
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