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Dust as lubrication

the eyes
the eyes
have all of heavens wonder
in their sweet far away stare

Dust as lubrication

vermin on a corpse

I shall be your coffin, darling doom
Into you I shall flow, potion brewed
from precious seed the eternal spirit cast,
The kiss of Death that brings forth
the radiance of a tombless grave