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electronic orgasm
empty contorted beast
there is no blood
no blood
lying
naked on the floor
on the cold dirty tiles
alone in the dark
legs like some mannequin
shapeless and frail
ready to snap
off like a bomb
and the silence follows sirens
there is no blood
no blood
but there are bodies
there it lies
and there it lies
Fuck
screaming hatred
echoes in the temple
godless fucking in the darkness
cacophonous to every heart soul and
genuine ear within a thousand miles of this cold shattered glass
gasp
and death fills the room
and then
and then
the temple is empty
empty.