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In the wake of conflict,

ten thousand sects emancipate

division from a single dogma,

spreading like virus.

O Thy Holy Archangel Azrael.

Hallowed be thy name,

Be thou our divine strength and wisdom

to save those,

that in the depths ov harrowing hell,

dwell.

Accomplice in ritualistic acts,

You take your prize Fulfilled.

Luxurious desires hurting others,

a cult of the wicked disguised as

Glorious intervention.

The nun from Azrael,

Sacred unholiness.

The nun from Azrael,

Still coveting for more.

In this years of enduring trauma,

a position in heaven was secured,

deceived many are now,

but wide cracks start to appear.

"I shan't resist"

uou said with lascivious eyes,

eyes now amouratic,

the bleak walls of security

you built now may start to crumble.

O Thy Holy Archangel Azrael.

Hallowed be thy name,

Be thou our divine strength and wisdom

to save those,

that in the depths ov harrowing hell,

dwell.

Accomplice in ritualistic acts,

you take your prize Unfulfilled

Luxurious desires now more insidious,

a cult of the wicked disguised as

glorious intervention.

The nun from Azrael,

Sacred unholiness.

The nun from Azrael,

The Architecture is flawed,

Your desires made it collapse,

You need to flee.

All over now,

In the land of the rabbits

Hubris brought your demise.

How ironic,

This symbol of great vulnerability,

Was opposed to your self created

Sick delusions.

The nun from Azrael,

Pervasive emptiness.

The nun from Azrael,

Tale of perpetual maniac dissatisfaction,

Poetic justice or tragedy?