When our voices
our eyes
begin to meal
the ravenous underworld urchins
When day and night
Never
will not meet
Shambles,
Blurry and distorted
Our sight and flute
Eternal nuptial bliss
With nocturnal peace
May the God forbid
May the spirits of our land
that inhabit even our sanctum
bring them if not to decorum
still their flow of fluid
flow of life to their nostrils
wither their limbs...
Let them know that
Even when crying
Vision exists
Let the know that
No Death Can Kill
the rave of our gong.
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