The day I join the Banquet
Sparkling ember flames flickering across smoky nights,
Such would be the exuberance of my heart
Standing upon the eve’s start
Watching Adam fight
With the conjecture of self-cognizance
Awaiting along the pillars
No word of glory or modest sense
Just the screaming wretch, clinging to the glad killers
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