No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell. - Artaud

Do not write
Do not paint
draw
sing

Because you will be destroyed by the undead
Carving themselves into your skin
Shattered teeth bared
And broken fingernails scrabbling

They will hate you for your joy
From their infinity of agony
Look for the gleam in the eye of the artist
Waiting to latch themselves onto your throat

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