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This beast lurches sadly forward, I step back

To where romance drips from ancient walls

And through cobbled streets

Where old souls feast on succulent history



Sucking marrow from its bones

I sink my life-breath into cobalt blue

Depths of lady night. I lay with her,

My future wife widowed



The ancestral trumpet call of my fathers heart

Won't be ignored

For the magma that stirs beneath me,

Is the same that stirs within me



Creating and destroying in perfect ironic harmony!

When this carnal shell cracks and life-force freed,

Bury it here, to feed the flesh that feeds my fellow man

Encycle me, eternally