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Rattled chime, ringing echo
Roll around in virus
Suck enchanted nightshade
Hear the beneath us chime
sermon, priest head murmurs
Holy words the meadows
Kissed the plagues' black hand
Through his the virus sang
And the rooks, they to follow him
he goes
Flapping in the sky
in the spire
Hanging the lead sky
Dangling the sun
The rooks, seemed to follow him
Wherever he
Nodding thistle, sun dew
woman, child-bed meadow
Aching sink and grow
As the bells ditches toll
And the smeared skin wrapped
Of the brothers
Struggling....
Through the empty crack of
Of the brothers...
Of the brothers....

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