Into the Uchchhishta Temple
you who suck the sweet milk of revenge
from the teats of resentment!
you fattened swine of gluttony,
you children ruined with love!
you who travel the diphenhydramine
dungeons:
damp, wet stone―somber, cold!
embellished heads tiara-crowned
with edacity and the shame of suppression…
the beauties and riches of darkness,
the insignia of martyrdom gleaming under
Satan’s sun…
dissolve in the aesthetics of roadkill―
let religious garbage
cleanse you.
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