There are thousands of Christs on the sides of my paths
There's scent of mushrooms and mint all around
first one has been laid by the fat moon
second is coming from the curve of my hips
I'm also lily now and
strawberries and honey
nailed bleeding palms join endlessly for my defense
Faith multiplies at the sight of the woman
But the signs are all here
I shall be cast out
for I haven't sinned
You will deport me this very night
to a frozen dry land where
I'll be living on the soap made out of officers' bones
my guardians
You are going to do that every night
for the rest of your life
longer than mine, that is
...mind the lioness that cries
on the night the adulterous hyenas
celebrate their reelection
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