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I am the bird that flies

Among the weeds and ivy;

I am the bird that flies

Between the vein and artery

I am the bird that flies;

See by my forked tail,

Redlands where demons lie,

Sheol behind the veil

They followed me,

We fled to an early grave;

No worrisome hearts

Here are trees

With tumorous nests

And fruits that lie,

Flesh that disintegrates

Swallow the truth

Its bitter rind

Swallow the truth

But leave the seeds behind

Mine are trees that sprout from poisoned earth.