.The hands are shovels, that dig holes arms-deep. That dig holes arms-deep, the rocks in the place underneath. Embers poke out the eyes, a first crackle speaks. Keep building the flame, keep building the flame 'till it swallows men whole, 'till it swallows the whole. Don't let it die 'till it swallow.
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