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Drag the angel from his crystal sky

Shatter his wings with a hammer of obsidian night

We carve inverted stars into the priest’s bleeding palms

His holy water boils into a tide of death’s own psalms

We feast on the marrow of divine deceit

The cosmos weeps its final defeat

Our unholy union, a deathless heat

We feed his rosary to the rats in the crypt’s black tide

Nun’s habit torn, her knees scrape the bone-choked floor

I am the damned