Violent

Persistently shoot the vacuum
The flesh is twisted with harnesses
Feet will trample the sensible
Flocks that coming out roisterous.

There is no air – it’s over
Let’s tighten the screws
For a voice to be heard
Faces will put on T-shirts.

These are all strangers violent,
Changeling simpleton.
Ghouls bourgeois,
Receive, sign, Adieu!

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