TELL ME!
sweet mother!
MOTHER OF MY LIFE!
tELL ME! What a fool learns
from all of his dying!
Tell me what a fool learns
when he reaches the end!
TELL ME WHY IN THE HELL
I'D USE A KNIFE INSTEAD OF A GUN!
cut parabolic deep
12 centimeters across,
ripped right thru the periosteoum,
cut clear to the bone.
Severing the wrist
at the palmer radialis,
leaving it hanging
by the strand of an artery!
TELL ME!
What have you done!
my precious young son!
TELL ME what have you done
to the end of your arm!
in wave after wave
of rubicund gore
shredded tendon, and marbilized bone!
coagulated thick
with precipitated serum
IN A HEMMORHAGIC SEA
OF FLOATING DEAD TISSUE!
TELL ME!
What have you done!
my precious young son!
TELL ME what have you done
to your flesh and your blood!
to burn, seer!
incinerate in pain!
Screamng to the heavens!
in the hell of all agony!
until your pupils fixed
in a wild eyed stare!
until 2 minutes to brain death
and the last dream you'l have!
!
TELL ME WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!
MY FOOLISH YOUNG SON!
TELL ME WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
YOU HAVE BURIED
GOD!
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