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and that heat
the incubator of will
of zygote union and semen spill
our appetites appalled
at the tasteless gall
of miserly death
to spread a poisoned table
where rodents scurry
and nibble their teeth
upon our upraised pinkies

clear that impoverished spread
toss the tarnished servette
across the cold indifferent concrete floor!
lie upon the table with me
we'll propigate the truth
between prophetic moans
and mystic cries

our resolute ambition
defies the wretched fate
but still
our bodies bear the wrath
of recompensing death,
still, what shall casket the spirit
or sarcophagi the soul?