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à même la peau (next to the skin)

sweet louis

ignorant king

how crooked

is your manhood

 

to abolish any notion of you

amidst the terror

of your creation

we shall adopt

the republican calendar

 

within it

our july

becomes thermidor

no longer honoring the memory

of the fallen caesar

 

it is a time to destroy

superstition and fanaticism

know marie

never uttered a single word

about cake

 

creating a little napoleon

we eat the fire inside marat’s heart

 

three

ten-day weeks

choosing to annihilate

the existence of sunday

 

soon the people will forget

they ever had a religion to lose

controlling gods create common enemies

 

robespierre shan’t keep your head

from the national razor

 

we cannot save ourselves

from the undying urge

to be dying humans

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