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When the last Stabbing pain Subsides and The baby emerges Birthed Is that not the Most excruciating Pleasure? When the last Ripping painful Breath of starvation Is interrupted by A bread crumb Is that not the Most beatific Pleasure? When seeing the last Wrenching sunset Sunrise Before the Execution Engulfs Is that not the Ultimate Pleasure? |
How pale then Our impaled Pleasures of Feasts when not Hungry - The glee of libertine liberty Gleaned at savaging an Aborted executed child Before its first meal or Sunrise. 07/31/2004 |
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