Anatomyantinomy
In front of the whole world
I will eat
An uncooked child.
After:
They will transect me
With bullets by a wall
To the sound of rackfiends and their
Screams
As bulletsuetude is
The projection of the body
Rather than its prohibition.
Freedom is explosion
And my guts
Scattered across the infinite
That smothers in red a dead debate.
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