I worship today at the alter of man . I kneel down on my knees , pray you look down on me as I from time to time look up at you . In my nakedness I hide in your shadow . All the while looking up at you while continuing to worship more your god like scepter . The bells that ring freely I clasp into my hand . For somebody must always polish the big brass knob . There can be music made even if only every once in awhile . Tomorrow I will remember my worship . Nay the lasting scent of musk will remain until earths waters flood my body . In my head there after to always remain the memory steadfast . I worshiped at the alter of man . I prostrate and amen .
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