I said, "The devil is down that festering hole."
Then he bit me in the buttocks and took over my soul.
Mother of fire, let me stand at your devouring gate
as the sun dies in your arms and you loosen its terrible weight.
Then he bit me in the buttocks and took over my soul.
Mother of fire, let me stand at your devouring gate
as the sun dies in your arms and you loosen its terrible weight.
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