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Below Fire’s hairs, there he sat
on mortal Wood’s structure
to chant and chat
with Heaven’s charming cheer
“Nothing is me” Mundane says
Universal nature chants “my life acquiescence" in blooming rays.
Rise from your black grave
Feel the pulse of my blackened heart
Match your ideals with my most base urges
You are my shadow; I am your death
You are my humanity and my mortality
