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THE POISON AND THE POISONER
Such subtle steps had he without a body
To set a table spread before his foreface
Arranged of cooks and wines of mud and maggots
And call to dine at dawn a common mordon
"I am a life murderer" sought he topic
To cool, selectively lay and his hot nails
I bid, I pieces bottles feed thou, son, there
To appertures of holes in thine intestines
I'll call to God to wake and eat a brand food
I tap "him" hard to rise and manage maggots
A soup of sail, a roam of all the faeces
A stir of soul for sin served is a poison.
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THE POISON AND THE POISONER
THE POISON AND THE POISONER
