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Modus OperandiIn the hands of the creatorI am the nails of every hammer That simmers and needles Through my synapses And tears away innards Carve my tongue fork shaped Never forsake the flavour Spew venom forth in legacy My poison your nectar The chamber collapses Dropping a closing curtain Lurking sounds That stir my bowels A caustic circumcision Spreading this stench of mine Nourishes yet terrifies To reach beyond the sun in sorrow |