| Thou shalt precipitate History
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| Those days of yonder
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| And the solemn roots of the human race
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| Into the furnace fraught with fire unquenchable
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| The names of all things thou shalt feed
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| To the undying worm
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| And rejoice at the mumblings of a once potent tongue
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| The haughty strides of Time thou shalt put to halt
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| And mangle Past and Future with ghastly wounds
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| While for these deeds thou hast
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| Borne universal reproach
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| Laugh at their vain designs, for scarce the sun hath
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| Finished his journey, nothing remains but
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| The dread tribunal of an everlasting Present
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| Forge a bond in glowing iron the manacle
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| Faith with raging Madness, another
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| Reeking of nitre, to chain Truth with Fear
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| Lo and behold, the first of many harvests
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| Of corpses is thine!
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| Famished for breath
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| An angular neck and eyes aghast
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| The effulgence of Horror in this New World
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| Is without peers
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| Thou shalt celebrate the conception and rise
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| Of the New Man, to whom all he eats or drinks
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| Is propagated malediction
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| A Man pregnant with infernal flame
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| Standing on the devastation
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| Of all things past |