It was a slow drip from the surface Winding it’s way towards catacombs and caverns below A stalactite formation representing real conflicts Coagulating beneath tank treads and bullet casings Where the earth sopped it up Drinking it in like glass after glass of wine Lubricating and freeing the tongue for ecstasy Driving libidos onwards with perfumes of sulfur, carbon and potassium nitrate Dilating pupils and engorging fleshy sex organs The pulsing flesh on flesh brutality is the direct byproduct of The gift One meant to awe Gorgeously pink Having been harvested from the rock Where it waited for a new home A new finger A new purpose A new hunger The best friend it will watch die like all the rest
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