We love our knives
and the whetting of blades
and blood;
there's always blood
amidst confusion,
blood and confusion.
No one understands
that the next incarnation
will be perfect,
better, cause it's always better.
What we achieve in the flesh
is always stretching
to find the new climax
and if in exhaustion
we collapse in mindless violence,
somewhere within what we lose in pain
is the concept of maximum pleasure gained.
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