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Here

Bestowed upon me

The visage

Of the end

An etheral vision

Prophetic in nature

Conclusive liturgy

At the peak of decadence

Formless, uncalm

In stasis, I qualm

They mince

And misshape

Contort

And scrape

Under siege

By sound and sight

Damned tread the zealots

Candles flicker bright

In blinding servitude

Forfit sentience

Brief paces apart

Glistering crescence

The waters simmer unstill

And winds clasp bare skin

I beg for lucidity

For I myself am sin

One mere

Aspiration

Raw blood

In libation

Cantus - Deus non est

Blind the kind

Quell the mind

Spread the dread

Weak, misled

They shall deliver us

To the carnivorous

Opose adoration,

Accomplish vexation,

Eternal salvation

A mere fabrication

Once again

Guile men

To become one with the void

And crown one's self

A diadem of ignorance