Out of the savage holocaust,
A ghastly vision beckoning the worst;
Lined by moquettes and sudden outburst,
Of jagged emotions and endless turmult.
Pretended comrades are winnowed by fate,
Indigent minds sunken within the haze;
Carnal acts I can never tolerate,
To be seen on them like a haughty rave.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
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