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A breathing scorn in plain sight

a hungry blade in a world of flesh

Their every achievement undone

in violent retribution, verily so

For this moment, yet this moment

in the wind heralding a storm

To your shelters all ye fearful

seek now peace behind crumbling walls

Their walls are set to maintain their keep

let the fire quench its thirst!

In their fall there is ecstasy

and in ecstasy madness;

so tremble, ye banes of truth

before the signs of ruin to come

How futile, every toil to nourish

an order of slaves unable to fathom

the certain end of their cycle

I share not their wine of dread and of fear

but I drink from the cup

of the darkness ahead of them

I spit upon their idols of virtue and law

and their losses are mocked in excess

blasphemy and wrath

An enemy of man's paradigm

a foe to the world they preserve

Embodying the dogmas

of a lifeless dawn

Through me soars pleasure as my fire consumes

And make no mistake - I shall burn again

A spark reborn as flame!