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a Poem
by
Anon
A breed of snakes,
a venom that You learn to love,
some strange desires never felt before,
men who stop chatting when You pass
their way, and someone laughs.
I think
he did not quite understand the glory
of his sacrifice,
nor was he ashamed of it.
On that occasion
my friends would ask me for my plans with You,
and everybody tried to outdo his fellows
in sculpturing vigorously the shady image
of that creature You are meant to be.