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From the prayer, the silence broke,

A crown of fire, a breathing smoke.

They came in names the prophets wrote,

Now feed on souls the faithful choke.

Vicious Dominion, born from belief,

Mercy enslaved beneath the grief.

Vicious Dominion, carved into flesh,

Heaven rebuilt on human death.

Temples of iron, preachers of code,

Blessed by wires where faith corrodes.

The altar hums, the circuits sing,

Praise the machine, our new-born king.

O Creator of the void divine,

We are your ruins, your grand design.

The gods returned…

And none were holy.