The Books of Angelhaunt, Vol 2
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O we must go and grip that dust and feel its softness in our hands, those people once were soft and now their dust is soft, those people once were hard and now their bones are hard, O we must go to the tombs, you are the perfect man in the perfect moment, if we don’t grip dust or open doors let us grip moonlit earth in our hands, and smear it on our faces, it smells like death, the cool mud of the earth smells like deep death, death is the timeless stone, death is the timeless sleep of the stone, death is the unconscious stone, come grip the earth with me, we shall smear earth all over our naked bodies, we shall stuff worms in our mouths, O come to the tombs with me, we shall open doors that ought not to be opened, we shall open secret graves, we shall smear dust on our naked bodies, we shall dance like skeletons among the skeletons, we shall dance like the dead among the dead, we shall be as unconscious of ourselves as stones, we shall be dead as the stones,

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