Tytuł: Dead god in me

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   To slit the grinning wounds
  from childhood's Seven Moons
  the palette stained with the ejaculated passions
  (of forbidden, hedonistic colours...)
  
  Strike from omnipotence, all-seer, all-deemer,
  and haunt my severed country
  with your dripping, secret games
  
  You picked the unripe lilies,
  deflored and peeled the bleeding petals
  made known to me
  the grainy stains, the crimson lotus
  of the Black-Ash Inheritance,
  the semen feed of gods and masters
  The worms still in me,
  still a part of me,
  racing out from leaking rooms,
  swoop from broken lungs to block the transmission
  to put an end to the nomad years
  
  father you
  are the
  dead god
  in me