Foredoom, wise in the arid airs
The great capitulation
Haruspice and flock engulfed in wound
Ridden with shards of their crystal
Only thick, deep red were the visions
Of what sacred land, does his face bear?
Precursion, set against an ancient flag
Features that could well have turned dawn to stone
The anti christ!
Second coming of hate!
Prolific burnings as testamentary
Unbridled worship and idolatory
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