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Given blood, my teachings found, 
So solemnly secreted beneath the ground,
Like a seed, I pass, the orbit of tasks,
Given blood my saplings, covered in masks

And around me my world is consumed,
I digest the sea around me,
Consoling the open air,
Driven further from this impairment,
This sin of mine, this sin of mine.

I darken the air, I hold open my wrists,
I consume what I can,
I hold open my eyes,
I darken the air, I consume what I can,
I hold open my mind,
Didactic, I find.

I consume what I can,
I consume what I can.

Orbit, my love,
Surround me in your toxins. 

The End

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