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In the beginning |
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Rimmed with wind and storm |
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A great black wrath of infinite math |
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Spat snarling into form |
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And there was Heaven |
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Lit up with precious stones |
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Each one could fall but for the rule |
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Of Faith and love and stronger thrones |
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And therein rose vast wonders |
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Affections to be seen |
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Fathered from the plundered |
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Reflections of a dream |
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Fogging into nightmare |
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For him whose place was set |
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With wayward stars that absent, marred |
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All creation with their theft |
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In the beginning |
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Bewinged and ringed with dawn |
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This favoured Avatar, enthralled |
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Swansongs from those that thronged this shore |
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With Gabriel and Michael |
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He shone with fierce intent |
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For loyalty, their joy to see |
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Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent) |
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For sculptured lips of seraphim |
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Whom fate then cruelly rent |
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(With sleight fingered strains of harmony) |
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Each note to grim portent |
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As grinning nimbus gathered |
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Over spires arabesque |
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For Him that blazed with holy praise |
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That for a jealous God was meant |
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Shining Feriluce |
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Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits |
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Basked in glory, flew |
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To lakes in sacred altitudes |
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Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze |
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With curling tongues that lapped the lead |
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As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift) |
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Until at last, past grasping trees |
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He paused to draught forbidden streams |
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That whispered siren promises |
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To drown his thirst (for sports amiss) |
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These waters held secrets |
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Like raped Russian dolls |
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Wherein evil and good |
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Tore his soul for control |
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And drunk with the verse of desire's first words |
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The weight of the universe |
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Slunk in rehearsed |
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Horror in numbers too great to discern |
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The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm |
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And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom |
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Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons |
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Shining Feriluce |
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Reflected in jaded mirror |
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Climbing from the noose |
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Of time in divine servitude |
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And thus a strange new melody |
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Of will and wanton fantasies |
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Whetted by the veiled, seen |
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Danced from his ashen lips |
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In red dawn scores, the silver scream |
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Of truth and her deleted scenes |
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Was taken up as far, it seemed |
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As God his words eclipsed |
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(Those waters hid visions |
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Like butchers in war |
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Perverting the course |
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Of life's blood evermore...) |
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In the beginning |
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Skinned well with gibbous tones |
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Of countenance and ignorance |
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In equal measures sewn |
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A marbled arc of Angels |
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Sworn to the morningstar |
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Shared His pride and deep inside |
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Felt Chill Shadows sweep their cards |
