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Bear thyself before the shrine
Empty words melt ino mine
Thy policies are perfect prose
Thy center is a bloodred rose

Don't pass this off as meaningless
Your shudder fills my emptiness

Teeth like gates into the soul
Stand guard against this horrid hole
Taste this pain
You'll feel the gain
Don't get the bleach
Leave the stain.

Stings like salt within the ocean
Thy eyes bear to this magic potion
Who you are within this glut
My Magdalene
My holy slut.

Your function is my requirement
Ten daily pieces of this pence;
The pound begets the awful tone
The bell of dirt
Of holy bone.

Don't pass this off as meaningless
Your shudder fills my emptiness
Within this bare begotten body
Disparity, and sweet content
A fuel of pussy, piss, and pride
A riotous and raucous ride.