Bloody Disgusting, Absolutely Horrifying

Every death is disgusting.

Every death is not horrifying.

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The odor of death makes everyone

turn away and is thus disgusting to the core.

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The important deaths turn the body back

to the fatal beauty, the deadly stillness,

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that was once the most important

human thing of their life,

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their death dividing them from their life,

a survivor unmoored from human gravity,

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from the parental, sibling panoply of DNA

changing their memory and motivation,

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awareness becoming the

horror, horrible, horrifying echo

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following them to become redeemer/murderer

whichever way their spirit settles,

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until for every horrifying death

their soul can only shriek:

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Oh mother, mother!

Oh father, father!

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Oh Absalom, my son,

would God had I died for thee!