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humankind thrusts a dagger to the neck
of everything that ever was, or will be blessed
the voice in the hall sounds like no one at all
a semblance paces white

the son of man is the band in my brain
their brass and their bells burn from black carousels
im a doll at the ventriloquist's hand
eyes full of the land
floating by, if i can

camellias are crushed in her palm
a perfume runs thick, from the glow of the wick
buried deep in the warmth of the spell
where i'll awake with the scratch of cold nails in my back

humankind thrusts a dagger to the neck
of everything that ever was, or will be blessed
power compels, in the shell of a bell
and god turns off the light

forever a tear upon the eye of a marble man

worlds so tall become nothing at all
a semblance paces white
a semblance paces white
your semblance paces white