| Draws the dusk through the eyes of an insect
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| Salivates for the whore Echidna
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| Thirsty glance up the sunlit towers
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| Leaves it doomed and broken in the end
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| She is no deity, no saviouress
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| Not in her monumental splendour
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| Not in her ashen malice
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| And as the Maere on a stillbirth’s tomb
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| Once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh
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| Mildewed prison, candlelit barely
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| The whore Echidna, suckling
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| A salacious glare in its eyes
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| Sore limbs, sore teats, savage tongue…
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| She is no deity, no saviouress
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| Not in her monumental splendour
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| Not in her ashen malice
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| And as the Maere on a stillbirth’s tomb
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| Once again, her virgin dress is draped with shreds of flesh
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| Regurgitate with greed
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| She won’t let it starve…
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| Six legs lead it astray… in circles… astray… in circles…
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| Astray… astray… astray… astray…
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| Has it now passed the years that could have left it blind??? |