......
And, a myriad frail hands gripping the fir,
They pushed, they heaved it right off the ground,
And from it's crown,
Down streamed the man,
Reeling,
With one long incessant scream searing the air.
I believe he knew what end was near.
First, his mother, being the priestess,
Began the ritual kill.
They pushed, they heaved it right off the ground,
And from it's crown,
Down streamed the man,
Reeling,
With one long incessant scream searing the air.
I believe he knew what end was near.
First, his mother, being the priestess,
Began the ritual kill.
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