When this penal toil
Be rendered obsolete
I’ll wonder through museums
And study statues’ feet
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Thirst for erotic tension
Appeased in folded stone
Jabs my ferial psyche
With jagged shred of bone
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Nobody has to suffer
These luscious hints of pain
Except of course subordinate
And utterly humane
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Harvest genetic vices
My masked forefathers sowed
And fall regular victim of
Amino acid code
