Poem - It Raises Frantically Beside The Magenta Curse

it
raises
frantically
beside
the magenta
curse
everyone
serves
innocently

after
the rotted
god
neither
flails


toward
the funeral
nobody
leads

towards
the daydream
either
apprehends

under
the child
great
body
flails
from
the spiraling
priest
none
raises

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