Let us speak now of the quelling
Of grievous wounds upon the wings
Seraphic blasphemies split choirs in twain
And lo, unto war, did we gloriously sing.

The wonders of the heavens manifest in crimson aurora
May all mortal flesh behold this exalted genocide in awe.

There is no beauty in the axiom
Our liberty became our torment
Even as feathers fall to the earth
The races of men kneel down in reverence.

No grandeur could rival our deaths
No pain could be as resplendent
Eternal flesh of righteous creation
Torn and damned in bitter descent.

The majesty of stagnation prevails
Insanity and freedom lie suppressed beyond the veil.

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