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May. 9th, 2008 10:45 pm
edgedsanity: (all these burns)
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'We have come to where I said
you would see the miserable sinners
who have lost the good of the intellect.'
And after he had put his hand on mine
with a reassuring look that gave me comfort,
he led me toward things unknown to man.
Now sighs, loud wailing, lamentation
resounded through the starless air,
so that I too began to weep.
Unfamiliar tongues, horrendous accents,
words of suffering, cries of rage, voices
loud and faint, the sound of slapping hands --
all these made a tumult, always whirling
in that black and timeless air,
as sand is swirled in a whirlwind.


Soon, children. Soon.