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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