| Distant vistas
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| Swathed in the haze
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| Of the reddening sunset
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| Fell to whispers
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| 'Neath stars that marred descending skies
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| From the cusp of midnight mountains
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| Wending as a mist
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| Rebels truced with Feriluce
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| (In truth, few could resist)
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| Came praising his hellraising through
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| The sparse and marble clime
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| Where Virtue bathed, their ravings made
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| Her fountains flood with wine
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| Lifted with the gift
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| Of their dark seductive songs
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| She drifted from the path
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| She was surely set upon
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| Courting chaos
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| Prized in sight
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| Of the covering angel
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| Taught in ways of Smothering another lover
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| Other than God
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| Worshipped in each other’s arms
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| Like spider eidolons
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| The moon conducted like a charm
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| Those strange attachments on And this is how they came to be Dragged before the throne
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| Through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run
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| On soft white throats and punctured moans
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| Though fated now than later
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| By his tutor that had been
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| He baited the Creator
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| With the future he had seen
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| Of Michael, psyched with jealousies
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| A reich right by His side
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| And worming Man about to be The apple of His eye
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| His children lost to free will
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| And the cost of beaten hearts
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| Like the night 'twixt vice and Virtue
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| When Her kiss became a scar
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| Seraph enemies
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| Why has my lord forsaken my judgment
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| Am I not free as He to indulge my darkest fantasies?
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| From embittered lips
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| These words were slaved
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| Split with the whips
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| Of their witch hunt gathered
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| He sought Her grave
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| Midst drowning crowds that howled in rage…
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| Blasphemer!
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| Blasphemer!
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| Though she was gone
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| Not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng
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| But ghosted back where she belong…
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| A grace embracing Michael
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| In a lace of tears that bleared his pride
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| He swallowed
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| Blood followed
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| Though with spit for all things divine
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| Though with spit for all things so fucking blind
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| His seal He tore
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| And to the floor
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| He threw this tie to heaven
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| Signifying holy war
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| And watchful of this sign
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| A thousand flames, unauthorised
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| Left celestial posts
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| To coalesce and, unified
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| Return their fallen leader
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| As he turned one final time
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| And threw a glance
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| Like a downward lance
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| That stung like guilt in every mind |