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I hear the screams of the dead inside my bones. How quietly they rumble and roar, How ravenously they hunger for "-------." I break under the weight of diaphanous darkness. How tenderly it peels my eyelids, How honestly it hides the light of truth. I feel the worms that feed on ancestral tombs. How full they are of unfinished business, How rueful they are their dinner is cold. I wonder at the gods whose temples crumbled. How pleasant is their wrathful judgment, How honored is their forgotten sacrilege. I hate the hollow masks singing grace and hypocrisy. How hauntingly they ring with life, How freely they fetter my convicted soul. I curse holiness with fists unfurled and tears unspilled. How wonderfully they betray my frailty, How awesomely they declare surrender. I resist no more the reckoning I was dead to. How merciful are his torments, How beautiful are his thorns.