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Cephalic Carnage

Pure Horses

Life filters through like shutters

Frame by floating frame

As Satan's blood burns in the stomach

With corroded noses

Hovering above a porcelain god

Vomit projecting

Cleansing inside

Purging the shit out

From the heart

Strong enough for a horse

Insufflated en masse

They're pounding on the door

I'm puking straight through death

Pure horses in it?