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SFF Books titled as Postrock songs A Thread
And Our Bones Did Hum With Fevered Voices That Only the Cool of the Tomb Could Soothe
Within Our Lies A Root of Truth Has Wormed It’s Poisoned Way
We Howl For Our Jaws To Be Full, We Howl For They Are Ever Empty
The Cold Of The Bones Down Within The Earth Could Never Touch The Heat Of The Blood Within Us
The Echoes Of Our Halls Fall Onto Deaf Ears As We Take One Step After Another
The Land Remembers When It's Bones Were New, The Land Has Never Forgotten Its Children's Voices
The Only Harmless Great Thing 
These Alleys Have Drunk Deep but Our Thirst Is Not That Which Can Be Quenched
The Desert Will Be Our Only Voice And In The End We Shall Fall Silent
THE HEAT THE HEAT IT IS NOT IN OUR BONES THE HEAT THE HEAT IT IS IN OUR TONGUES
WE ARE THE SHATTERING OF MIRRORS WE ARE THE CRACKS THAT MAY NEVER BE MADE WHOLE
Okay i have to stop now if I didn't do YOUR book it's not because I didn't want to it because I want to do NOTHING ELSE but make up postrock titles...and that's a PROBLEM 
if your perfect meme doesn't exist YOU MAKE A NEW MEME UP 
