Bricks of lard spoil the emerald carpets along the altar.
Pure blood dripping oil and sulfur along the lines
carved by healthy pagans burning inside mechanical fires.
Vomit after every meal.
Natural stripes and healthy waves forced onto chairs tied by pythons
hissing patents and profitable venoms for “Good health.”
Construct new pyramids for mothers, daughters, and sisters
gouge eyes hampered with perfectionism,
dissect hands that misguide.
Heal goddesses to recover the greatest artifacts.