I cut the cord of celestial life,
Whilst rubbing the ashes and mould into
Your burned out books, on your altars of
Ethereal morality. I am
The worm that churns through your derelict
Throne. And all the while you warble and sing
In holy light: I pray you’d die in me.
Hosanna! And That I will die in you.

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