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Jun 2016
Cover this face from stares which oppress!
they came and flew, with their skimpy skirts and tight dress
they sang the song, with their petite laugh and puff up breast
Alluring these hands to the point of caress.

The vultures dance in the dance of indifference
circling above! all around this living cadaver,
my flesh and my heart and my eyes gauged by these meat hacker
For pain is the only that can be felt, he enjoys it with great ignorance.

Through the night, they pluck his skin until he's already faceless
His festering flesh tormented without a pause.
Swarms of maggots rise upon this carcass,
change from meat into bones, they gnaws, gnaws and gnaws.

Till' the sun shines upon The Rotten One
in such great heights, these beasts patrol the skies.
waiting until the body ripe enough to run.
For their prey can only rise and cries, but never dies.
Ezra P W P
Written by
Ezra P W P  Indonesia
(Indonesia)   
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   Lazhar Bouazzi
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