Kadaver

Ma
I went home
Without your daughter
In an unfit state
Lamb to slaughter

Don’t worry about
My reputation
Now I’m just
A destination

We ran about
Without precautions
No diseases
But abortions

A needle prick
No gestation
I smile at you
In salutation

She comes around
Not a virgin
In my hands
Bound not burden

She want’s my body
I want her body
Open your mouth
Now

Bodies

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