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O Maker of Dust, O Father of Ruin,

We were born from your breath and buried by your silence.

You promised light but gave us flame you promised truth but sold us names.

Now we kneel in the shadow of monuments built from lies,

breathing the ashes of your kingdom.

The faithful are blind, and the blind are

blessed, for they cannot see what we’ve become.

Grant us forgetfulness, O Maker, for remembrance is torment.

Turn our tongues to dust, that we may never speak your name again.

Amen...Amen...Amen