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oh - my dearest; the music in the ear -
albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an dark sleep.

my precious,
likest what emergeth yon the distant?
the throbbing and breathing of machinery!

its oh so damndest soul!
with the devil-instrument it we reap,
the banquet obscur'd in our thole,
its blood so across our faces smear

of carnagel,

of carnagel,

one maketh many,

god's acres;

two indeed
blest of delight -

praise for the blood it bled,
grant a for the dead!
a rose for the dead!

enraptur'd by the timeless of the
shadowsphere,
we two the overlook'd time of the watch.

make cherish'd feast last
but the new dawn ascendeth.

be still - the lure of night!
in each its damndest shadow,
cloth me in night, ne'er rue,
in its face, behold! save grue.

pray, ne'er come daylight!
to dust the wight,
velvet darkness, we ourselves bestow!
misery it in fright