| Walk forth into the rivers of red
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| Through blood that boils the soul
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| He who hath sinned shall lay in the bed
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| Of this scorching sanguineous stream
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| Set into a blaze of burning misery
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| Submerged in the searing blood they cause to flow
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| For they themselves were once enforcers of human cruelty
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| The sacrifice of mortal life remains unforgiven enkindled fingers,
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| frail and blackened
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| Reach forth beseechingly
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| Black plumes rise, smoke envelopes for the merciless wraith to endure
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| Screams erupt like choirs in an off key hymn
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| A deafening cacophony of sonorous din
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| Perceived in the distance, carried in the wind
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| Frenzied, embittered hands smother these
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| Desperately grasping the threshold to the shores
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| Hysteria takes hold
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| Nameless crowds become enmeshed
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| Wallowing in the crimson swamp
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| The waters pulsate violently
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| Churning and frothing fiery liquid
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| Savage beasts await pesertion
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| Circling along the banks
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| Ferociously piercing all who should seek
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| Release from their perennial agony
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| Once more, plunged beneath the boiling surface
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| Into the chaos below
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| Burn, fallen images of tyranny, scourges of god
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| Kings of bloodshed and despoilment |