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 wrathful sun…
dissolve in the aesthetics of roadkill―
the grossness and anxiety
of absolute beauty…
let religious garbage
cleanse you.
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