Pillars of Mexico

Crumble brothels sprout flesh peddlers collect their fees selling daughters in twos and threes Lopez or Diaz lazy or defiant escaped in polluted lagoons the virus spreads Dancing with the dead priests absolve the devils in their mist Pilar sold her virginity for a few bars of gold wrapped in an old ladies hatred she murdered her vows Mexico is a land of smiles the knife only glints in the Aztec sun as they bury you after eating your heart

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