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I cannot bury myself alive for thee
And thou canst crucify thyself for me!
What taketh thou reluctant to receive
I give to thee, and give thee leave
To cast upon me the earth consecrate:
But to thee! Ah! To thee I deny such a fate.

Thy words the earth. Thy deed the stone.
Ashes, ashes. All we have known.
My words the nails. My deeds the chains
Blood of our blood in our veins.

I cannot bury myself without thy aide,
Or the promises left unmade
Thy hands, alas! They shall receive
Parting tears as we our own deaths reprieve,
For first we must gather the blood we have shed
To water the flowers of the self-slain dead,
Who dared to love before, as once did I
Now to taste the undesired flesh of goodbye
In such cannibal greeds of the deliciously deceased,
Buried alive below the ill sign of the beast.