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A rain of orchid petals

Kissed by crimson dew

Paint signs and sigils

A canvas of viscera

Open the gate, lift its blade

Gouge the divine blood

From their pallid throats

Hear it sing as it falls so low

Bring self-crowned gods to earth

Smother their undue self-righteousness

Burn their thrones

Of which they are so proud

The gateway of salvation

Bladed and ready for them

Shall cleanse their filth

And burn them from this earth