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And then you'll rain down upon all of their blasphemies, |
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Creeping catastrophes always awaiting you. |
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Raise up a mountain of myth disproportionate, |
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False and inordinate. |
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Lead them astray. |
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The torrent around you of terrible thunderclouds |
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Ceased to protect you from rioting ruffians, |
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Launching you far from the worlds that you'd wrought |
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To the loosening knot at the centre of everything. |
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There you brought light and a wind to blow suns around. |
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All up and down you the deepening fixtures, |
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And people with posture, and you in their poetry |
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Gory and gruesome in stories and fiction. |
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And then you'll rain down upon all of their blasphemies, |
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Creeping catastrophes always awaiting you. |
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Baiting and blathering, all that you've gathered |
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Will crumble together around you again. |
