O, thy hunger, driving the burden
and the body in search of
vitality.
Lest you not be troubled by
countenanced deacons, of
unreality!
For it is in thy dreams, where
intoned rapture overcomes all
craving,
And you must learn to horde
temptation, wilst hunger is still
raving!
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