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just a fleshy mess

a mistake, at best

no eternal soul

nothing after this

a mutation of words

a messianic spark

the controlling hand

of an absent god

the absent king

of the human being

they’ve written a book

in an unknown tongue

the analogion

a gossip’s bliss

bring him your gold

give him your desire

for the darkened mills

keep stoking the fire

the absent king

of the human being