Ah, what are the scurrilous infants
Dogs and gods increase the rubble
Oh, we loco
Howl!
Howl at this fruit
It exists as a tusk
All creatures speared
The sons are holes to save
Creatures feed then savor the sword and pew
The sun retreating
The world disappears suddenly strange
Offering treats
Offering lords
The wife on the street suffering sword
The slag of men ripped
The slag of men being
The slag of men taste
The slag of men thrown away
