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now the stone is newly christened

at knell nonfell

but care was truly fictioned

fratricide disrobed the portrait from vibrant toil

and layed a canvas laced in liquid soil

know that

his hands on her waste

of seed and of chaste

lest lost to tongue bathin’

spat through clasped teeth again (agin)

Thrust from the crampt coffins

of this wound woven wonderland

no longer to upon pray

and away