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Joy To The World, The Coming Of Kalivision: the sound of our infant bones crushing between her divine hands the pools of blood and the filthy black somke the vision of bodies upon bodies and the never ending rain- it chases me unendingly she said destroy as an answer to betrayal joy to the world vision of our absence the rain shall wash away our rot and joy shall overcome the world joy to the world vision: the coming of kali |