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On these times bestowed

Hundredth plea and thousandth curse

Barren rain laces smote

Weeping salt on conquered earth

What lies in wait

What lies in bane

Void begets faith

What kilns remain

In quiet hearth

Land unnamed

That name is hate

What flesh can house truths unsaid

Shackled fiends, gilded lies, furnace words

Wail and howl for shallowest breath

Then tear the heretic heart,

Breastwork with pious thirst; unquenched

On these times bestowed

Names worn shadow thin

Whispered words iron stoke

Shame cast to very skin