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Quite unsatisfied by thought for thought
she clenched her teeth against bone flesh rot.

The dripping core of dream play lines
to break the plot over all their behinds.

And they all knew the child spanking,
for sparing violence was needless thanking.

An infant born into his sin
must first be broken, then built again.

For how shall we teach the spirit love
without the anguish passed from above?

The baby's laughing, screaming cry
will force insomnia's dreams to fly

to rescue innocence clasping hand
forgotten how to understand

why purring cats sleep on the feet
and why the hate will love defeat.

But don't forget the tortured souls,
still lost to search the page's folds.