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So the devil she came on horse back
With talon and tail to tear a child from its mother's breast
And the devil he strode among us
Not the gleam of a blade
But a skeletal hold
As if a puppeteer
And a dance to the rhythm
Of the crash of bloodied waves
All your tales and symbols
Be they in stone
May as well be sand
These bloodied tides that come
Shall cleanse all trace of their nothingness!
(burning effigies)
(gods and idols burn)
This towering effigy
Idols as kindling to a flame
Carved into your likeness
And that of man
Effigies on the tallest of mountains
Illuminating night and life
Crude mockery burns
(All gods and idols shall burn)

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