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flag a train runs over me and mine indifferent to our cries its moguls feed without blinking are incredulous masses going to swell to occasion grace is it to be sheep suckled on milks of savage pride while honey-blessed malnourished legions no longer bleat they howl with mutant alchemy grey towers conjure only more foul-magic talismans to throw dogs empty bones will not satisfy even sparrows consume themselves in famine they'll have to kill me i'll not taint myself in their unholy rag i've seen them eat their children and pimp their own to strangers he began to weep rivers of flame and bleed armies of rage too late to quench tiger-fire soon will femur trumpets wail chod-rite cymbals crash all urns of sin spill forth lava-like consuming marionette and masters in ancient ways known to all rb '90