In heaps they were The dead stacked high I crept and sang among them Black was I yet bent to it God and I had shunned them It fell at my feet No, it didn't just come to me To heal its wounds I will kiss it It is within me now I feel the birth of doom And the fruit of my body Stares right out of this room.
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