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Beating with the waning moon

A cist of dirt and roots,

A call from sleep for pulmonary blood

The burden of life upon my flesh

The palest of fogs slithers and shifts

A call of the sharpest fangs

Ichorous dribbles of a stiff drifting corpse

Drunk with the most hypnotic longing

Yearning for a pulse

Reek of Frankincense

Stench would violate a skunk

Aching for mortal wax!!!!

A death alive the light a curse

Suckle the wine, a teet to nurse

Pathetically bound - to a bag of flesh

Anathematized to life, void of precious death