My tale nobody anticipated…

My tale nobody anticipated,
And what, who approached her,
Becomes stuffy from the blue incense,
From patterned lamp-shades.

Meek alien will not affect,
I will open rekuschim: Amen.
Only selected belt untied,
Ambient loins goddesses.

I'll get it to the knowledge of the departed,
Seared in the crucible of fire,
Who will come on a night date
At the end of the fourth day.

8 May 1903

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