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Necromancy

  • Feb 24, 2022
  • 1 min read

The lion's share of my education,

What I hold most prized

Came through the gates of death.

Dead words,

of dead writers,

scribed black on the bodies of dead trees.

My faith is bloody transubstantiation .

That though consuming dead Osiris

I can bring forth life anew

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