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a knife thrown into the centre

the life force of the woman

whose breasts are ripped off

by sorcerers of times past

and such evil resonates in this place

and anger in this classroom

of fascist ideals and communist death

and with a swift kick of my foot

i’ll knock down this flag

and this song

and take the pole

and stab ever one of them

all of these lives just lost

cut to my vein to stop their wrath

and all that evil

and if the redness of their blood

continues to stain my hands

i know that i have served well as a slave

to myself

and i will expose crusty nerves

and rotten bellies

to the air

pouring salt onto the open veins

and the fetus will die

and smile as my villains are enraptured

in a horror of sting and scream

continuously for eternity

i will see the gall and the cilia turn into a shrivelled mess

while i watch them eat their own creations