.I am not what I seem to be
This flesh is not reality
In some fantasy it may be cookies to go with the wine
In a dream it could be a rigid phallus inside of you
Silently through lifeless corridors
One where feces lie scattered,
one where the seeds of thousand saints burn and suffer .
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