did someone fertilized himself on internet...? perfect murders,

in the valley of intensive therapy, they moderate the pulse, avid viruses devour humanity

they sneak in society,

they spread

they pestilence

born in pain,

born in anger

wrapped in navel

string of wire...

children of the snake eliminate life, children of the snake set fire

to dry planet, they got tangled in cobweb of conflicts - they lie!

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what will the next day look like? will the pulse stop tomorrow

in the valley of intensive therapy? will the old man sink into a winter sleep?

someone sacrificed

bad meat

to his bored, heavy

with sleep gods

too late for an antidote

for incurable sicknesses...

too late to stop children

of the snake...

now... in the valley

of intensive therapy:

inertness... silence... stench...

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