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in tongues
If tainted by magic potions or cursed by false likenesses
Or drawn into a Dark Prince’s fray who offers no respite
Can foregiveness be expected for such folly as foretold
Or suffer consequences unseen on broad shoulders, scold
Imagination riveted by high intention be, my disrepute to blame
And all suggestive intervention a game that a child can play
Come cast upon this wicked ground slew with the dead
And fall prostrate upon sacred ground to await the supplicant
In my eyes because he says with divine fire on this such day
Be anointed among the martyrs marauding raiders are on their way
And cast out seven demons and redeem seven ancient souls
But let the innocent endure forever as the story is foretold
Lightning will come at the chosen time and light up an ocean
Life on hold will soon grow old and progress in slow motion
Fire high and brimstone birth crater be earths bruised contusion
Some will play, some will pray among the Mass, confusion
As multiverses in many dimensions dissect around the storm
It is not fair cannot be declared nor can its dissolution
Enduring most will be the host not of moribund but solution
While tempers fray upon the way with little chance of retribution
