the race go wily

all beasts born
by clots in a pitch river cream
born by no body, the hot crib halted
by the banks of the pitch river cream

little life gets a basket of brain
for sucking god between the teeth

for sucking god inside me
always right beside me

do you think
the beast made better for it
to beat the life alive, see
our hangman use the ivy
and little necks break free

jumping backs to see
it watch the race go wily


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