Deep down darkness dulls my senses
Scent of incense leaves me senseless
Endless incest infects infants in this world in woeful ways
Time ticks toward a tempting torment
Ignorant of paltry portents
Lullabies of where the Lord went leave men's minds a muddled maze.
Mother’s milk mourns martyred brothers
Lusting for their long lost lovers
Penetrated by some other person taught to terrorize
While the watchful wait for winners
Insects enter, ingest innards
Slovens suck on some as dinners, dining daily and hope dies.
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