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Upon the altar, a rind is crowned, A relic of jest, where jesters abound. Bloodied hands, with shadows entwined, Hold fragments of truth, raw and unkind. A skull’s whisper, a fruit’s mockery, The banquet laughs at eternity. Bound by the art, the sacred and profane, A devil's jest, humanity’s chain.
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