Redly together they quiver,
preserved in a fumigant river,
released from your bowels to slither
and dance for the sorrow of men.
Through gullies with rocks all a-shiver,
past gardens he keeps just to wither,
where his hermitous adepts do dither
while singing their unquiet hymns.
Rejoice, child, for now he comes hither,
your succulent body to sliver.
They name him the KEEPER OF LIVERS
who sing of his slavering ways.
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