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This night I hear the jackals |
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Baying to a desert god |
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In the dark the growing whispers |
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Have begun tearing scars |
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The foul breath of Anubis |
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Breathes fire down my back |
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And the wolves have drawn nearer, |
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Begun coiling - for the coming attack |
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I yearned to see but my eyes were already crystallized |
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I yearned to survive but my fears had already materialized |
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Like serpents this dark entangles, |
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Ties me to the soil |
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And (even) the strangers in my reflection |
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Have begun to recoil |
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I yearned to cry but the waters were already crystallized |
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I yearned to live but my death had already materialized |
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Now the light no longer blinds me |
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Your dying gods they cannot bind me |
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And as I exit this human aisle |
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I greet my hangmen with a smile |
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And to the wolves at my door |
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Prolong this suffering no more |
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With your fangs come and this strife |
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And erase my name from the Book of Life |
