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You have to lie like a snake in the paths of glory
awaiting the golden power
till the sticks and stones melt with your agony
and the light of god shines through.
The poison flowed from the tomb
and, before God, took off its clothes!
Saying, Here am I, the son of time!
Eat me with love, or your throne trembles!
The moon did not rise for fear of so much heat.
The tropics were splattered on the beach,
red fruit turned to gold.
Ate meat of sun lostfoundonceforever.
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