mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat) (11/16/83)
I walk the warm darkness
I drink the voices in the wind
The echoing billions in their unbounded tomb
Pour me an excellent vintage.
I stalk the streets of ending
I climb the hills of night,
I dance alone the final dance.
I turn and bow, I raise my glass,
I toast the coming of morning.
I fill my cup with fury
I drink a toast of fire;
I fill my mouth with my own blood.
I drink my death, and yours,
Awake in the final moment
I salute the megadawn.
mr.mincemeat
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