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I am a god of war and vengeance.

Mercy let be off: I damn them who pity!

I shall deal hardly with them

I will give you a war-engine

With it ye shall smite the vacillating

And none shall stand before you

I am a god of will and flesh

Despisers, they’re decaying and poisoning themselves

Of whom the earth is weary

Kill and torture; spare not; be upon them!

Drag down their souls to awful torment

Laugh at their fear: spit upon them!

The sorrows of pain and regret

Are left to the dead and the dying

This is the creation of the world

The pain of division is as nothing

And the joy of dissolution all

I am a God of change and renewal

And worshipping me the greatest experience

The hour of the great contempt

I will give you splendour & rapture

With it thou hast no right but to do thy will

And none shall stand before you!