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He throws the bones into my hands,

Wants me to shut, but I will not

Blood on my hands is still warm.

My body and mind dissolve.

I pray on barren earth.

I crave for the mercy of gods.

But I remember

Who is a master,

Who is a servant,

Who is a gutless worm.

Deceiving light fades,

We march through tombstones.

He throws the bones into my hands,

Wants me to shut, but I will not