beelzebub scraped himself under our skin
and we screamed like so many violins
in so many pairs of abusive hands
that drew us so readily under their command
it made us forget what it means to be strong
now we dread to hear the trumpets' song
and we cut with water the holy wine
still it tears up our insides every time
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this brightened my day in an intellectual way. i love you riles!
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