Golem, Written the Evening After Yom
Your life does not count. It is the
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
Being mad at the numbers doesn't count.
It is a rule of the tribe (dead as they
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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