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Heaven quakes, |
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the crown tilts, |
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tumult massing, |
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choir dogs. |
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We coalesce |
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before this foe. |
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My paramour! |
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We proclaim! |
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Have we not bled for your succor? |
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Have we not swarmed to your side? |
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Have we not groveled and washed your feet? |
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Are we not bound to your creed? |
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I will not blithely wilt |
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in the light of your glory. |
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I will not blindly walk |
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and glimpse the void. |
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Assembled ranks, bastion flock, |
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pirouette of the paragon. |
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Flawless blades guilt with blood; |
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His glory be in ragged meat. |
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Resplendent host! |
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Rise tempestuous! |
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Bodies like hale, an astral squall, |
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revolve and revolve in blind idolatry. |
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Chorus fractured and forlorn |
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Heaven heaves a sigh of epochs. |
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The myriad strains under prides weight. |
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Regal volley thrown, trebuchets of carven bone. |
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Wings fragment in fervid oil, driven back and recoil. |
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Torn fingers clutch the edge, |
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the mass cries out, |
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foundation reviles in disgust |
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Hands claw and grip, |
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dust blinds in floods, |
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engulfs and chokes, |
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they fail. |
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They fall away, we flail, |
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blotted eyes tight, |
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lungs erased. Duress engulfs. |
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They fall. |
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The void it calls, |
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it calls below and below again, |
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trauma wrought and beaten, |
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scorched limbs drag torpid husks. |
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This chasm maw lies open, |
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exit beyond their grasp. |
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The cold it binds and castrates, |
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stigeon embargo, |
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bound like brittle branches |
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to this freezing waste. |
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Lucifer: |
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Is this the prize you spake my Lord? |
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To punish infinite? How can our god |
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commit such puerile acts? |
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This hollow place will serve us well, |
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for we no longer have your love. |
