Feed the pig!

Feed the pig!
Its guts are empty!
Give t’it babies’ tasty meat!
Oinking jingles soar freely
Blinking in the air strips.

Th’friendliest voices’re asking rawer
Fresher bloody sacrifice –
Here’s the recipe,
The simplest
Way t’ascending up to sky –

Wings are Russian bloody babies,
Legs is made of their eyes –
What a dream! So soft and tender
Air sucking like a pump –

Neither part of it nor something
Will turn real from path to path –
Blood feeds soil and even noises
Cut your souls away from earth…

Cry or scream – whatever! Fuck!
Feed the pig, European rat!


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