Eyes out forth, and in those things are gold
Rings in rings in rings, three layers. With wheels
In wheels around them. Three nails, two hands,
Two feet, three nails, one note, and a fourth.
Four planks, two dead, one relived with a crown
Detached eyes are no where to be seen.
Bitter water to quench thirst and quiet the dead
Who live and relive again in wheels in wheels,
In ring, in ring, in ring, three layers, one thing.
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