They were the first
to cover Death
with gold
They were not confused
They had slept to the South
Both made Death beautiful,
prepared it for heartbreak,
cold weather
This was their role
These were the last ever to rear
But I am god, she finally said
I can make
my own everything
Death swallowed them easily
Still covered in gold, alone
No one else knows how to build alone
All will always be
only halfway holy
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