Oh you bitter religious dinosaurs,
If your violent fall comes and your stagnant blood turns the
earth green again as it runs,
I will dance, stomping our red emancipation into the ground.
If a comet comes and you go up in blazes,
but your self-serving fortunes pass to those thirsty and cold
whom you forgot in the midst of your hypocrisy,
I will drink with them merrily.
If you turn to stone and dust, forgotten beneath us,
with none to grieve your callous judgments and selfish soul,
I will love passionately with my whole being, with whom I please.
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