blood red world made

from black cloth & red squares

written in the blood of the man

whose name you have forgotten

nothing much changes dark stains

spread past the rounded worm

planted in the contaigon named

for the worm by the worm words
for the rounded worm means nothing
when the blood is spilt he lives
not names mean nothing

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