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Salve Festa Deus
- Oh God,
- your graven eyes like dust fall into
- my open womb.
- Your tongue opens me up like a softened scab.
- I can feel you in me, you are my veins and
- nerves.
- I can feel you around me, you are a sea of
- nothingness.
- How is it that you have created that which
- can not be proven?
- How is it that you have forgotten what
- I can not forget?
- The question.
- Why have you died like Elvis, with followers
- that wear you carcass like a veil,
- eat your body and call it bread,
- drink your blood and call it wine.
- How is it that you can't sing?
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