Ascetic Delectāre, Jez
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Entanglement The Ample— thus paltry, Embellishment— Anent thy Pulp
How beaut is the emaciation Through decoration Damnation!— Till, Reliquiae, alas
Suspension, Pressure, Suffocation, Inert, alas—
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Ego— follow its figure As it the Slaughterclerk— Up-close the Fibers, & Amidst its Thews—
Thou cut the Flow, Curb the crud, cure our viands— Have it unblemished!— Through Transgress
Oh, the curdled gore! It turns brown— It turns purple Only some pieces of me are dead.
Its a Premeditated Submission My Selected— Delected ! Oh, Fastidious Suicide
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Bestowed upon ye, ūre proferred "Spectacle of meat"— The fiendish, elated crowd Shoves in to see
Eulogized onto a sot— A drunkard for the pain, It smiles
Rhapsodic at the end— It shines
"Your World is ending, now"
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And I couldn't be more happy about it












