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snarl their flesh-lusting chiselled fangs.
glimmering in synthetic white light.
stained with the blood of kooks & spooks
forest dwellers, fairies, nymphs.
perhaps this is the steak upon which we should be feasting?
meat that’s crammed with candour,
and concerned contemporaries- the steak of the rigid dogma.
you used to make me gun-shy, uncomfortable in my own flesh.
dismembering bodies, leaving true thinkers for dead.
some never even see the beast you truly are,
parading under many disguises.
our path to truth
by rigid dogmas.
warriors of light we must unite! and cut these cords which bind us.