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[Gjest Zeitgeist]

Do not look upon my hunger or my eyes
For only the damned are supplicants to their need
Or tenderly embrace their need
Through desparate nights

Our lives were already cheap
Till we gathered the surcease in our eyes 
And all the miracles our eyes have seen
Knocked down for destruction
Given in one moment
When our lips taste young lips

It means you must leave your home a second time
It means you must cancel every debt
It means you must lie in wait for yourself
In streets where shadows darken doorways

And even before then
Till you are fully destroyed
By the same licks of paring flame
That lifts and lessens holy martyrs