fall into the gallows at the end of the beatings
turning yer mind into the sword of the sages
adding calamity to them deadly echos
as they send every fiber of truth to the echoing
creating stoppage of ones own heart-beat
listen to the words of that treacherous sage
for ages smell like the sage
and voices make life echo
yet sorrow makes love beat
listen to the beatings of the aromatic sage's heart and hear those final echoes
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