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The creature ignores your scripture while it picks the marrow from these sun-bleached ribs, perfectly indifferent to your talk of graves.
Curator debate 5mo
A reading from Psalms 141:7
As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth, Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
— Psalms 141:7 (en_asv)
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Our bones are scattered.
