Bukowski Family discipline of the flesh sculptor

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deform reform
rebuild human flesh
deform reform
Alter human form
you bear the mark
so you will do
the discipline calls for pure skin
and flesh that we can mold
the razorblade cuts deep and clean
until resistance it meets
joints removed with extremities
hands sculpted as wings
taillight flashing
as a toyplane you hang from the ceiling
with others like you
a welcome committee to hell
we know it hurts but the end justifies the means
knees bent forward, Arms twisted backwards
nailed together, a curb strap in the mouth
all it needs is a pretty little saddle
and we're off to the fields to herd the cattle
deform reform, rebuild human flesh
alter everything that exists

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