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bruised between the stones of iniquity

utilizing demons

this the firmament obscure

the level at which I invoked

was of great antiquity

burning within the censor

the black stench of saturn

that which consecrateth my staff and my blade

in this galactic cycle

from the north flew forth did an ancient mandrake army

then the lions roared in an ancient human tongue

"who will not fall under he who is called choroneum"

in its light I saw the followers of blind faith fall weeping

their blindness brought our victory