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The Priest's FuneralNow he who has laid so many to rest is finally laid to rest himself and he who has guided others on their sacred quest faces upward, lips still Just one final act, then this play is done: a standing appointment with Death Buried under the same soil as previous parish priests near pebbles carried by ancient glacial streams your corpse slowly rots in a Hope & Dexter No. 7 casket while the congregation of prosperous businessmen, perplexed children, entirely absent teenagers, and moderately sedate housewives chant dark hymns about the Final Reckoning |
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