| Heaven quakes
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| The crown tilts
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| Tumult massing
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| Choir dogs
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| We coalesce
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| Before this foe
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| My paramour!
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| We proclaim!
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| Have we not bled for your succor?
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| Have we not swarmed to your side?
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| Have we not groveled and washed your feet?
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| Are we not bound to your creed?
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| I will not blithely wilt
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| In the light of your glory
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| I will not blindly walk
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| And glimpse the void
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| Assembled ranks, bastion flock
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| Pirouette of the paragon
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| Flawless blades guilt with blood;
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| His glory be in ragged meat
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| Resplendent host!
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| Rise tempestuous!
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| Bodies like hale, an astral squall
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| Revolve and revolve in blind idolatry
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| Chorus fractured and forlorn
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| Heaven heaves a sigh of epochs
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| The myriad strains under prides weight
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| Regal volley thrown, trebuchets of carven bone
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| Wings fragment in fervid oil, driven back and recoil
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| Torn fingers clutch the edge
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| The mass cries out
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| Foundation reviles in disgust
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| Hands claw and grip
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| Dust blinds in floods
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| Engulfs and chokes
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| They fail
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| They fall away, we flail
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| Blotted eyes tight
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| Lungs erased. |
| Duress engulfs
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| They fall
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| The void it calls
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| It calls below and below again
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| Trauma wrought and beaten
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| Scorched limbs drag torpid husks
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| This chasm maw lies open
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| Exit beyond their grasp
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| The cold it binds and castrates
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| Stigeon embargo
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| Bound like brittle branches
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| To this freezing waste
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| Lucifer:
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| Is this the prize you spake my Lord?
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| To punish infinite? |
| How can our god
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| Commit such puerile acts?
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| This hollow place will serve us well
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| For we no longer have your love |