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Mother's withered body
 At the Zenith of the Bay of funeral wax
 Mysterious faith Confessors of the shadow
 Crowning now and ever
 With the maidens of bitter waters
 Sliding down the cheekbones
 Perjurers after
 Into the Sheol vessels
 
 Dressed in Sparrow feathers
 Three times a hired mourner
 Before pulling the damp
 Standing like a grave cube
 The mouth of conception
 About barrenness proclaiming coffins
 
 In the rain gesture
 On the slippery Bank clear
 Like strings
 The moan of anxious beasts
 Over the torment of zinc waves
 Plucking handfuls of birds from longing heights
 Wind dreaming locusts
 The hair of the corpse eaters burns