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Deep inside the carcass of filthy shambles
of shedding champagne and viscid handshakes
Among the bulging bodies of the incorporated revolt
The amorphous strange struts on shtum pistons
Like a cursing wisdom with its ramming menace
lurking throughout and beneath
cheering the skulking procession of pale beliefs

Who falls with its dreams and craze a world too wide
committing the brute acceptance of unescapeness
for a seizure of hope and the verdict of despair
shall be struck by utter madness, the righteous heir
Such it is etched by hazard but in sheer implicitness
born of necessity to save what hasn’t been deserted
Vanished with trace and revealed ex haste

Choir [whispering – 10 naked cockroaches]:
Bare the invisible
Spear the significance
Eviscerate the corpus in spe

Once the bested herd of red steers been felled
and in uproar sheep panic-stricken bleeding dry
of every orifices discharging a sepulchral symphony
of hollow cries encased in blood bubbles once erupt
staining ravenously the flags of the massacred pride
inscribed by tracker and trapper the amorphous strange
the eulogy its barbarous laughter rising into the eternal faint

Few still standing in posture of a frantic hailing credulity
the rotting excretion of their exorcised bigotry
in the image of a saint taken leave of gods and mice
ascend to look heavenwards for one last hymn
to praise his unholy sins once the light dissects
and only stains of flesh on the tongue of the clerics
narrate silent in wonder a tale of disciples and their surrender

Choir [whispering – 10 naked cockroaches]:
Bare the invisible
Spear the significance
Eviscerate the corpus in spe

In quivering grief and bare angst we set out to storm the truth
our demands is avail, fed and perforated
with our cants and hails, in front of the palaces we built to obey,
till crushed with sticks and guns by the total truth
its servants of badges and medals mustered to let blood rain
And till the very end we wondered us into absurdity
how we could have treated us such, human to humanity

Instead we shall have gathered wrath and scorn
in all of us festering like an ancient stranger
we nurture with ill and torture
It may have been the remains of a solidary corpus to unleash
With one strike of its fist to raze all what is!
This been a last auspicious stand against the miscarriage of any commands
And yes it would have caused all chests to crack
but our hearts buried underneath released in peace

Choir [whispering – 10 naked cockroaches]:
Bare the invisible
Spear the significance
Eviscerate the corpus in spe