The Desecraters
Witness all: that unrepenting, Feathers flying, music high, I go down to death unshaken By your mean philosophy. For your wages, take my body, That at least to you I leave; Set the sulky plumes upon it, Bid the grinning mummers grieve. Stand in silence: steep your raiment In the night that hath no star; Don the mortal dress of devils, Blacker than their spirits are. Since ye may not, of your mercy, Ere I lie on such a hearse, Hurl me to the living jackals God hath built for sepulchres.
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"Witness all: that unrepenting,..."
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