i'll run out into the city
and die on the streets
on my knees i'll beg reprieve
wash my hair with the grease
in this arid undulating plain
i'll find a cliff
and sit with my feet
dangling from the brink
i'll drink from the gutters
and write on its walls
the story of my faith
an epitaph in careless metre
i'll join the chorus that sings
requiems for all passing things
i'll walk with the funereal band
that ignores the road its on
i'll love a necromancer
and be loved when im gone
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