Waves and Vibrations passing, passing, passing.
Below the Earth, the Planets turning.
Births, Ages, Deaths below occurring.
Thus under leaden skies the Golgotha of corpses.
Naked in part, bruised and wounded in part
As a gruesome collection adjacent lie the Corpses.
Groans and laments, high shrieks and yelling
The higher screeches higher up the Golgotha.
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