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Over her the over watchers
chant and dance and pray
and the life seems to go away
and out from her mouth the plasm of a hundred deaths
vomit fourth
and the night grows darker still
while the dark gods do their will

The soul the wondering child looms overhead
is she breathing
is she alive
is she dead

Over her the over watchers
moan and cry and pray
and the black eyes will not go away
and from her mouth the fire of a hundred hells
reaches out
and the touch grows colder
while the soul of the child hovers over

The god hand reaches from black sky
will she return
will she live
will she die