Speak now of your fallacies,

to you I will not judge.

Tell me all that concerns you

and to you I will listen.

You pull me down into the water

into the depths of Hell-

but these places I know familiar

and the water seems to glisten.

Until the day when we are dust

to you I will not judge.


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