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Pale mouths swallowing parchment,

With his splendor, sight beyond this plane

For those who wait,

The doors inscribed, headstones writ thereon,

By the light of Gods face,

Their essence inquired, twice do tongues mutter naught

Alchemical absence replaced with tinctures of the unknown,

Their essence inquired, twice do tongues mutter,

But with insight and thought,

Nay, without veil nor self

Pale adamant moons weigh on broken backs,

Of slaves undeserving