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Exhorted by psalms and canticles |
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These monuments of a crude form of grey shimmer |
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A Tumult in heaven, the anthems of ecstasy and fear |
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confuse to seek a less doomed abode |
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Why should I witness this? |
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A muted creation taken into a somber and glacial twilight |
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as ash and dust which held the earth in thrall now lost... |
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Across the putrid moat |
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I lie and dream of my fearful ascent |
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To a prodigious height entranced by the detestable |
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Piping of tragic yet mercifull flutes |
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in the wan beams of paradise |
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The shadows of shoel now blinding |
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An effigy of him, the shameless lie this now becomes |
