| Truest is thy word that has fallen from the cosmic.
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| My open arms seem welcome this.
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| Understanding it seems beyond my mortal logic.
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| Cascading comets that have spawned from Saros.
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| «Infernal spheres of chaos plummeting towards the surface.
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| Where my mind can only comprehend
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| The impervious delusions of heralding ascension»
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| With honest traditions…
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| And intent to assail the masses.
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| Mavens of illusory sorcery,
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| Deserving a fate dealt by the victims,
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| Gorge their appetite for destruction.
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| «Hideous fiends that resemble the defiled devour all sense of purpose;
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| Consuming carcasses like vultures after sacrifice in the city of carthage».
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| Perched on high,
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| Piercing the skies,
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| The ravenous Parson scream blasphemous lies.
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| Forewarning their prey,
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| Of their dissension of the day that was claimed divine…
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| «Infernal spheres of chaos plummeting towards the surface.
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| Where my mind can only comprehend
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| The impervious delusions of heralding ascension
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| Hideous fiends that resemble the defiled devour all sense of purpose;
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| Consuming carcasses like vultures after sacrifice in the city of carthage».
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| Heed my order o' scavengers of the wounded,
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| Repulsive wretches be worthy of my final verdict.
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| Thy scepter rules with sadistic amusement
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| To those who claim righteous favor,
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| The taste of flesh…
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| Let us savor. |