You are indeed the burning bush
the burn of the sun
the bite of the cold

You are indeed a daily funeral
the daily whipping to learn
the daily call of duty for all to see and suffer

You are indeed the finished ritual
the waxless candle
the stringless guitar
the inkless pen
the headless prophet

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