"He to whom a form is not a flower is a barbarian." - Confucius
'Cold brains unmoved'
new, unglued... 'a Zombie feast,'
'a cut-throat delight'
'you won't but you might'
snakes gone crazy- madness lights
the wayward freaks home....
in a reptile dance..
'you wear a mask' as in Rome...
one last Pilate lance
'I see them rise and
fall into the jaws of love'
the Anubis kiss
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