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An iron fist, the hand of god

With the force of millennia and minions

Crashes down upon the faithful

Shattering their skyward towers

Scattered remnants struggle for supremacy

Lost and searching for a guiding light

From the ashes of solidarity, factions originate

Written words reinforce the widening divide

between cults of idolatry

A singular deity, torn apart, adapted to incompatible allegiances

Redefined with a new plurality, the essence of God is solidified in commandments

A doctrine of intolerance based on ignorance

The allegorical is rendered literal

forming cuts of heresy

Far removed from the mythology of old,

or so they're told

All hope lies in enchanted serpents and

vengful gods

Until all hope dies

A burial in an ocean of unanswered prayers

A faith still hinges on blind devotion and soothsayers

Lost and searching for a guiding light

From the ashes of harmonious rapture,

collapsed under it's own weight

Obsolescence of a corrupted morality

Exiles revel in decadence

An iron fist, the hand of god

With a prophecy self-fulfilled

A plague of doubt descends among the faithful