Golem, Written the Evening After Yom Kippur

Your life does not count.  It is the rules of
            the tribe.  No
Your life does not count.
Counting it all does not count.  It is the rules
            of the tribe that your life doesn't count.
Numbering it doesn't count.  Madness doesn't
Being mad at the numbers doesn't count.
It is a rule of the tribe (dead as they are)
            told over the dead campfires
That it doesn't count.
That your life doesn't count.
Countess Death give me Some life in this
            little plain we live in from start to finish
Let me slit their throats and smash their heads on the


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