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Visions of a world bathed in hatred,

Redolent scent of the chosen few permeates through the air.

An unavoidable stench of a privilege so berated.

Veils of premonition will be lifted to reveal the reign of woe,

Coverings so sheer as if a wisp of nature's breath

Failed ministrations content to hail as heroes,

lives spent in the pursuit of lies.

Failed ministrations content to hail as heroes,

lives spent filling purses in exchange for absolution.

Ministrations content to fill their purses in exchange for absolution.

And all we seem to do is lament fading virtues!

The architect of a liar's affectation?

In retrospect, a stained confession.

Jesters tinkle bells round while engorged tyrants rain hell down.

Their faith controls the firmament of death.

Burn the skies alive. Break the holy. Sanctify. Sanctify!

Burn.