[Now that it has grown, it must triumph.]

Now that it has grown, it must triumph.
Go dressed in purple
So the rest may hurt him, enrage him
Distance and engage him
Heckle and praise him
Such is the law, even the worst obey

Now that it has grown, it must triumph.
The hunger ravishes frantically pale,
famined but indefatigable
"On the wreckage we feast"
It shouts
It is still and it grows

Now that it had grown, it must triumph.
Go belly up and roll the fire from,
up the mountain
Down our outstretched hands,
Up our sleeves
Enters quietly, and is quietly released

Now that it has triumphed, it must ease
Away, wither the rest
Prepare its body to nest
The next disaster, and the purple
Which comes after
The purple which comes after

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