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Feeble sufferers on their way
Celestial palace is where they head
Crawling low, presenting backs adorned
with burden by their beloved father
Unrelentingly lashing whips
submissively welcomed -
Martyrs' bloody offering
Fear they so suffer clamps their souls
Yet it's not great enough, as they beg for more
These prayers won't go unheard
The frigid eyes watch over your puny timid souls
enraptured by deceitful voice
He'll drown you in his bloodlust
and mire you in sickness,
affording everyone seeds of discord
Collected to celebrate
we'll witness the collapse
of the ladder of virtues burying you all
The invincible mark within
induces a scarcity of suffering
It's the mark of the wicked
hidden behind a veil of innocence
Have a rest, fatigued ones
Find comfort in sheer misery
sent straight from above
Dreaming, you will dissipate
Raise the sword in benediction
at your children - this swarm
None shall ever see those pastoral
blissful landscapes of Elysium