Poem - Whichever Serves
whichever
serves
under
the hell
the rotted
serpent
slices
the red-hot
cemetary
throws
past
the knife
inside
the question
tall
veracity
rises
everyone
exacts
around
the burned
urge
everybody
celebrates
below
the dying
society
serves
under
the hell
the rotted
serpent
slices
the red-hot
cemetary
throws
past
the knife
inside
the question
tall
veracity
rises
everyone
exacts
around
the burned
urge
everybody
celebrates
below
the dying
society
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