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Perfection is remolded security
held steady like a gun or prisoner's head
Fearful, tearless glamour stretched over
pasty savage heads of cabbage kicked from the crop
rolled in muck and stuck in golden brown filth
Degraded princesses and rightous whores
all swimming in dirt and melted mercury
Statues of lust and disgust
Ugliness made for movies, freaks and circus geeks
Wretches worked over with gods' hammers