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I had a bad dream

My father

Devoured by worms

I couldn't stop them

Felt their

Ravenous voracity

Can there be a world

Of dead?

Of statues of flesh

Eyes without sight

Beatless heart

Lips without words.

I heard death

Singing while rotten corpses

Danced with my

Father on his empty grave

Have I lived in a cage of lies?

Putrefaction idiosyncrasy.