| And yet, of worse deeds
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| Worse suffering must ensue:
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| The second and final rout
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| Culminates with a Silence
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| That bears the acrid burden of all things lost
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| Since thou tamest Chaos
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| And a much heavier burden still
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| For all things that perished unborn
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| For none of the New Souls was found worthy
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| To partake and witness
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| Even the soil turned frigid in a world
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| Made torrid by scorching heat
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| Thou who are the End of All, behold!
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| To whom belong the faces
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| Eyes and knees of the elderly
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| The women and the children
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| All that walks and crawls?
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| All belong to you! |
| Nothing more remains
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| -But heaven! |
| One arrow, anointed in the balm
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| Of Internecine Iatrogenesis, shall suffice!
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| Towards the Dawn, towards the south
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| Towards the melancholy west
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| And towards the North I cry:
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| Onward where most with ravin I may meet!
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| The firmament sheds scarlet tears
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| Dazzled by this horrendous pyre of a world
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| A brazen Holocaust, brighter than a hundred suns
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| That slowly consumes God and Man
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| Trembling beside one another
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| Both bemoaning what could have been
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| What should have been
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| Yet their accusing voices sing the sound of discord
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| On which I feast with my baneful maw
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| In eternal hunger |