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Huz was inspired to write this today. Apparently I’m the muse. Go figure. 😐
This one’s in ‘honour’ of Bakra Eid, for all you poetic people. And if you need some context, just read this.

Gathering just-a-bit-o moss

On the roadside, kill. Run child run. O what fun.
Chase the goat. Cute. Cut. Cut. Run run.

Blood. Feed the poor today. O so nice. Tomorrow
Let them rot. And the day after. And after. Rot rot.

Glut. Chomp chomp. O so much. Blessed day.
Black red day is back. The puke runneth over.

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