“You are the beacon and the rock,
The serpent and the Lord,
The jealousy of time,
And the crystallious heart of Persephone,
My dies irae, And my Circe d’or!
O stubborn eagle Catch my fever of old, Rub me with your saliva White and filthy,
And break of old my fever,
For I will play your vocal cords Like lustful fiddle.
Lo! Thou laugh and go,
And with a smile thou dry the water
From the well of Jacob.
And now that I’m drowned in thy river,
I pray thee, let me be thy Prometheus,
Thou— my merciless eagle,
And come and feed, Young…, unguilty,
On the bitter honey of my liver.” (excerpt)
https://suno.com/s/gn73NmWaY5Pb23Lh

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