S|he N|ourishes A|ll K|ryptic E|dicts

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The scripture upon her blackened timbers
Haunted pine in the frost-flamed winter
Elegies wrought from the lungs of a drifter

Slithering once it was clearly seen
Through grass in view of holy dean
Our order compels the judgement gleaned
Reeling under knives it screams
Minds unravel at the Lord’s decree

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