Behemoth – In the garden of dispersion

on ye hillwhere ye sun behind horizon hidesthere is nothingexcept our breathsand crux of eventsand some crux ov our handson ye hillwhere shadow wings fellwind rose ye to songand we plung`d in its deepand in plaitiv waterfall depthsevanescent recollection ov atavismssecret ov living in ye death postureand then…the ye seal in the garden ov dispersioncloses ye mouth

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