The blood of the wasp lies heavy upon your hands
Inside your skull lies as vast a land
As of that lies beyond your flesh.
Our bodies as projections of our deepest desires
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This is an epic passionate rant, a bane of conformity, I enjoy the coupling of these scenes like one of the panels from Bosch's painting.