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The Babylonian whore drink's thee blood.

	Buried eyes in her hand.

	She waits the bless' of new born flesh.

	In her womb blithering memories.

	Pleasure of pain.

	Of pain.

	This is the

	construction of your mind.

	The emptiness –

	measure of the human stain.

	With unholy

	thoughts of dignity.

	You are mine

	knife of agony.

by: Csula Emil