| Sunset, expect
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| This to be your last with Our vast return
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| As Death is set
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| At three sixes where hill-beacons burn
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| Darkness, undress
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| Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar
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| Blood-red, yet still unfed
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| Lips distend ending time to falter
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| Welcome arms wide and crucified…
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| The slaughter
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| Lightning freezes seven
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| Outtakes from the rape of the world
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| Sins expelled from Heaven
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| Now befoul from the bowels of Hell
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| Where the tragic in theory and practice fell
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| Last prayers, hang in the air
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| Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours
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| Strung where crippled vultures dare
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| Golgotha
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| Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure
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| One the forest spired
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| Nurtured in Nature’s heart
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| Now great cedars feed the pyres
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| Need-fires lit for greater harm
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| As Her children toy with razors
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| Sightless and deeply scarred
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| And the moon arose to phase Her
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| Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars
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| And lights Our path
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| Back through the shattered glass
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| Where the tragic in theory and practice meet
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| Deranged, uncaged
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| We rage like a plague through this age of greed
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| Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap
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| A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat
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| Sorched Earth, rebirth
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| Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor
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| Whose worth is worse than the curse
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| Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva
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| Who shares the last laugh now
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| Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows?
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| Foot in mouth of sacred cows
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| Facedown in dust and poisened ground… |