(This is a revision of the old one).
Death walking the street
in uniform humming red
and black, stars hiding.
Lose yourself, now
before they find out.
The belly is a hotel
where you show rapacious
blue eyes to a room,
change their sheets
and give them fresh towels,
clean white ones
for blood stained rags.
You make it easier,
more comfortable for them,
so they can sleep at night
after a day of murdering
numbers.
Kill your parents,
cut your hair, switch
tongues, lose yourself,
just to survive
in the belly of the Wolf.
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