When the time came
For the silent rest
To my thoughts, pain
Flew inside-high
A begotten child
Not me, but
All the agony, which
Corpulated to the form
Corpus to my blood
And, Drained me away
Into my phenomenal rut
For the silent rest
To my thoughts, pain
Flew inside-high
A begotten child
Not me, but
All the agony, which
Corpulated to the form
Corpus to my blood
And, Drained me away
Into my phenomenal rut
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