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Like a god, I will intoxicate

With incense and myrrh,

Genuflections and wine,

To know if I can take

An admiring heart

And usurp with laughter

The divine rights.

But once I grow tired

Of these unholy farces

I will drop my fragile and strong hand

Over their shoulders,

And my nails, as claws

Will find their way into their hearts.

I will pull the beating heart

Out of their red chest

And feed it to the dogs.

But they will gaze up to the sky

And thank the gods

For giving them suffering

To purify their impurity.

But these exclamations, this ecstasy

These laments and curses

Are an echo repeated by thousand voices

And are as divine opium for the mortal heart.

And this is the only testimony

We can give of our humanity,

This rolling lament

That dies by the edge of your eternity.