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KARAKUM'S CRATE

Leash of thorns
round the neck
turns into a weapon.

A man,
a hood,
makes me sick,
makes me numb,
he's dangerous.

Affection is
a piece of meat,
or a leg in your jaws.
facing the fear
with the mouth
full of warm blood.

Cut my ears,
make me strong
and let them see me.
Look at those
frightened shitholes
tearing apart and fleeing.

Into the hole, into the hollow


CREED
Into the hole, into the hollow
CREED
There remains the violence
CREED
There remains the violence

Into the core. Into

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