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come to me, stained-scarlet heart of wrath
descend from Heaven collapsing
under the weight of blessèd disgust
? sanctify the wordless prayer
which is tied with the tongues of many birds
and let !stand beneath the mountain
with ! inversion torn from the curse of an era
spill life through bone-dry fingers of the final Dawn
? and take the end
to be an end, not a beckoning start
no?
why refuse  ?the inescapable rays
that burn ---
scalding silver, with a song
indefinite.
and ashes.
Ashes...